One thing I have learned about Liz is that she prefers controlling and defining her own sexual space. Her own sexual activities. Having sex with her, when we first met, was very mutual. We'd just get hot, aroused, and go at it.
More and more she is deciding when and where and how we do it. In fact, she is deciding more and more about our life together in general, and the sex is a big part of it.
Let's be honest here. She is bossy. She likes things a certain way, and if she doesn't get things her way she can really make life miserable, including our sex life.
Yeah, so the prime example. Last night was the first night she and I have had sex for almost two weeks. That little dry spell came about because she wanted to go on a weekend trip to Las Vegas and I didn't have the money.
Well, I did, but I am trying to save some money, you know? I haven't told her but it is because I am going to ask her to marry me and I want to have some money saved up to make sure we are stable, and can have a wedding and honeymoon, you know?
When I told her we didn't have enough money to go to Las Vegas, she hit the ceiling and ripped me a new one. I mean, she was really angry. She said she knew exactly how much money we had and that I was just being obstinate.
It isn't true, I tried to explain to her. But she didn't listen.
Her not fucking me for two weeks straight was not the worst of it.
Remember she had been flirting with my boss, and was telling me she wanted me to get ahead at work and a little flirting didn't hurt? She told me after the fight that if we didn't have enough money then I needed a raise and she was going to make that happen if I didn't.
So she slept with my boss.
Yeah, my boss, Marco. It wasn't exactly cheating because she told me she was going to do it before she did it. And why. Told me I was a useless wimp that couldn't earn enough money to keep her in the style she wanted, or deserved or something. So she took matters
into her own hands and fucked Marco. Told me she was going to seduce him, fuck him, and that I should be getting a raise soon.
I told her no, of course, that was incredibly demeaning to me. To have my girlfriend go fucking my boss? Even if I did know it, you know?
She left Saturday afternoon, wearing this cute outfit with a really short dress. Liz has maybe the best legs around. Hell, she has the best body around. Anyway, she went out and told me she was going to the bar she knew my boss was at, she was going to seduce him, fuck him, and that since I couldn't earn enough money she was taking care of it.
Liz came back home at 3am. She was a little drunk, and I was really pissed off. I asked where she had been. "The Comfort Inn," she said, "Fucking Marco. He's good, too."
I yelled at her, told her she shouldn't have done that, that she was cheating on me.
"I can't be cheating on you, I told you exactly what I was going to do and why. I am doing it for us, because you don't seem to be competent enough to do it for yourself, you worthless worm." She stormed off into the bedroom and I slept on the couch the rest of the night.
So on Monday, Marco calls me in and tells me he is moving me to another position, and it involves a raise. Not a promotion, but something where I will get a nice bump in salary. Yeah.
What bothers me Liz was right. She got me the raise. And she slept with me last night. We fucked up a storm, and it was really good. And guess where we are going this weekend? Yeah. Las Vegas.
