[formerly kuroitenshi-shiroiakuma]

was he aggravating and a borderline pain in the ass most of the time? sure, but he always made up for it.

especially now, with his bare chest pressed to yours, his heavy breaths brushing against your neck as he thrusted a steady rhythm into you.

you honestly didn't know how you both got there. one moment, you were complaining about breakfast.

the next?

you were pressed against the counter, your husband's large hands gripping your thighs like a vice as he grunted and groaned in your ear.

"s-sy-" you moaned, fingers grasping at the countertop, desperately trying to keep yourself steady. "sl-slow down!-"

"is that what you want, my wife?" he was filled with need, one where the greed that consumed him wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by you, deep inside of you. "i would slow down, but this-" he punctuated his words with another hard thrust, "beautiful little cunt seems to want something else."

"h-haah, you jerk-" you whined, fist banging at his back in a desperate attempt to get a break. "please!"

thankfully, your husband was always willing to follow your needs, and his hips slowed. but now you were faced with a bigger problem, the huge length within you keeping you stretched wide. he shifted slightly, wrapping your legs properly around his waist and locking your heels into his lower back.

then, he smiled at you, pressing gentle kisses all over your face. you knew you were the one who asked for a break, but the tension in your core was becoming too much, and you squirmed against him, hips rolling in a sorry attempt to regain friction.

"oh, what's this?" he gasped, tone almost mocking as he tilted his head at you. "i thought a certain kitten was too tired."

"sy.." you whined, mustering the best glare you could at him. but all he had to do was swivel his hips, and your pout dropped into a gasp. "pl-please, can i cum?-"

"of course, sweetie," he mused, lowering his head to bring you nose to nose, "but you know what you have to do."

his obsession with hearing his title would make you roll your eyes, but you were much too desperate. so, quietly, breathily, you whimpered a soft, "my husband.."

and it was over from there.

groaning, he buried his face in your neck, licking and biting at your skin to mark you, to claim you. you were his, you always had been, but the reminder on your neck, and the feeling between your thighs, always calmed that possessive instinct within him.

"my wife, my wife, my wife.." he repeated the term like a mantra, every movement bringing you both closer and closer to the edge. your nails dug into his back, marks that he would wear proudly, and you could only whine as he nuzzled you. "cum for me, my wife."

stars exploded behind your eyes, and you could only fall limp in his embrace as he found his climax as well, a low groan that turned into an almost purr escaping his broad chest. he held you close, fingers running up and down your back as he smiled at you, kissing your forehead.

Embr-ACE-ing Difference: A [brief] introduction to asexuality (October 2025)

I’d been interning with her as an artist/executive assistant for some time. To put a long story short she’d developed a tremor that kept her from doing a certain amount of studio work, so in between sending emails and invoices for her I’d chip in and help with line art or drafting on longer projects. A lot of it was the two of us sitting in her basement studio, doing our own thing, waiting for the phone to ring. We got to talking a lot. I’d just moved across the country and was still finding my footing.

There was a handyman she had over occasionally — he was a personal friend who enjoyed her company more than she enjoyed his. She didn’t dislike him by any means, but he definitely had feelings for her that she didn’t reciprocate. One day, after he’d come over to repair something-or-other and left, she and I started talking about relationships.

She asked if I had a boyfriend. I told her I wasn’t interested in being in a relationship with anyone and that I’d never had a desire to be in a relationship. Admittedly, I was bracing for the “You’ll meet the right person someday” response. I knew it generally came from a place of care, but it never changed how much I dreaded to hear it. I really respected my mentor and I was prepared to nod along to whatever response she gave me. Instead of anything I expected her to say, she just kind of nodded and said, “Me neither. I think I’m — what’s the term — asexual?”

I was ecstatic. I told her I was asexual, too. I saw her sigh in relief, the same way I did. I couldn’t believe it.

We didn’t get much work done that day, we just started talking about our experiences. She’d been married once when she was younger and even during that period of her life her disinterest in a sexual relationship didn’t change. She had a roommate after graduating college who confessed to having feelings for her and she had to tell her “It’s not that I don’t like girls, it’s that I don’t like anybody.” The roommate harbored enough bitterness over this that they had to split ways. Her mother told her that she would quote “rather have a gay daughter than a daughter who didn’t fancy anyone at all” unquote.

I didn’t have nearly as many experiences as she did, but I was able to share my own for the first time. I shared how it was easier to say I was taking time to work on myself than to say I had no interest in being in a relationship. We talked about the words “You’ll meet the right person someday” and “You’ll know when you’re in love” and “Don’t worry, one day you’ll meet some guy that changes everything.” As if something was broken.

“I’ve been alive for sixty five years,” my mentor told me, “and I’ve never felt like I was missing something, even if everybody told me I was.”

Currently, my mentor lives with her parrot, her cats, and her backyard-wildlife pals in a house that she owns. She makes art and hosts community art groups and volunteers at care homes and is the most self-fulfilled woman I’ve ever met. And she loves her life. She loves the people she knows and they love her, too. If I could be half as cool as she is when I grow up, I think that’d be pretty amazing.