I want him because I choose him

I don’t fuck because I should. I fuck because I want to. I don’t receive him as a chore. I receive him because I claim him.

I want him because I choose him
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There’s a difference between being available and being taken for granted.

I know it.
Most women know it.
But we stay available anyway;
for peace,
for duty,
for fear.

For years, I thought I had to sleep with my husband because that’s what wives do.

Keep the marriage alive.
Keep him from looking elsewhere.
Keep the peace.

I thought sex was wife-duty and mandatory.
Service.
Obligation.