A Girl Can Dream

Hi. My name is Spencer and let me give you a little background before I start my story. I’ve been with Ashley since high school, and so far, things have been great. She’s everything I want, everything I need.

And, our sex life is amazing.

I heard that after people get married, they stop having sex, or that their sex life dies down. Well, it must be a lie, because Ashley and I still can’t keep our hands off of each other. We’ve been married for almost a year, and it’s been wonderful. The thing is, she’s usually the more…agressive one in the relationship. I mean, she’s usually on top, dominating me. She’s, the "man" in the relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I love when she takes control, I just always kind of had this little fantasy of me making her give up complete control….

"Babe?"

"In here!" I call back from inside the kitchen. I hear the front door slam shut and Ashley walking in my direction. She throws something down on the couch and gazes over at me. I smile, but turn my back towards her. After all, the food is not going to cook itself.

"Whatcha cooking?" She says to me as she creeps up behind me. I feel her arms wrap about my waist.

"You’ll see," I smirk, still not facing her.

"Mmmm. Babe, I had such a long day," she purrs in my ear and I can feel her hands messing with the bottom of my shirt.

"Move," I bark, pushing her away, as I continue to get the meal ready. Maybe I’m being somewhat mean, but she’s always in my way when I need to get things done. She always wants sex at the wrong times. She needs to realize that I cant just stop whatever I’m doing and get naked for her.

"Babe."

"You’re not the only one that’s had a long day. You’re not the only one that works!"

"What are you talking about? I know that!" She steps back a little, and I feel bad. She’s such a good wife, good partner. I just happen to be a little rude to her sometimes, especially when I’m under pressure, or stress."Why are you being so mean to me?"