I came to bed with clothes on - very sexy flannel pj's and an even sexier sweatshirt.
btw - it's been a hard and fast rule, since forever - no clothes in bed - there are very few exceptions, even in the 57 degree bedroom with no flannel sheets (I know - poor me - he will actutally lie on my side of the bed to warm it for me if i wait to get in - he's a nice guy)
so - i was feeling something - horny, needy, bratty, wound up, wanting attention, wanting to play - nothing serious or intense - just play. To him - i imagine i was giggly, annoying, irritating and - well - bratty.
I thought, hoped, he might want to "punish" me for being bratty.
No Go. Deadpan - he warned, gave threatening looks, warned again, put his glasses back on. Deadly serious - he asked me if i liked that particualar sweatshirt? more than him? and began to roll over with his back to me.
So very much not the response i was hoping for. Of course i took the clothes off. I really, really don't want to be shut out - esp in bed.
And of course he decided i should make myself useful to him, which i did - and which always leaves me turned on and needier - and completely unsatisfied (unless you think that being of service to him should be satisfaction in and of itself - and sure, it is, but not of the kind i was looking for exactly)
And really - i knew absolutely it would go this way - never a doubt in my mind - it would have been inconsistent with everything i know about him for him to have done anything else.
So why do i try????