32 F4A Missionary. Every. Single. Time.

I’m 32. Married. And every time we have sex, it’s the same thing — missionary, lights off, quick finish. No spark, no teasing, no fire. It’s like he doesn’t even see me anymore.

I lie there craving something raw — to be grabbed, turned over, made to forget my own name. I want to feel wanted so bad it drives me crazy.

I might lose my mind one of these nights… but I wish it was from that kind of madness, not from counting the ceiling cracks in silence.