Barbara's carnal desire

Barbara was not only raised in a strict, religious home, she flourished in it. Her family was very prominent in the church and community. She benefited from being surrounded by people who an definite view of right and wrong.

She attended the best all-girl schools and was at the top of the class socially and succeeded academically.

She did not drink or do **** or associate with the "wrong" type of people. She looked down on those whop did not share her point-of-view. But she was surrounded with people with the same point-of-view so it didn't really matter.

The thought of pre-martial sex almost never entered Barbara's mind. Almost. The only vice that Barbara had to admit to herself were her carnal desires. They weren't over-powering, mind you. But they did exist and she was able to successfully repress them until she was married.

On her honeymoon, she realized that she did, indeed, love sex. That night something was unleashed in her. She could unabashedly enjoy making love. But making love the normal way with the man on top was the only acceptable position and it suited her fine. She had heard our ladies in the congregation complain about performing their "wifely" duties but Barbara always looked forward to it.

Nice, normal sex! None of that perverted stuff like oral or anal sex. The one true sexual position was the missionary position. Obviously by it's name it was the most proper position for a lady and gentleman.

So when Adam would cum in less than a minute, Barbara became very resentful.

If he merely had difficult to achieve an erection, Barbara could be a martyr and accept the situation. But since Adam was obviously able to achieve sexual satisfaction and she was denied, Barbara considered it very selfish and even immoral.

"Some women think it is very sexy. Why I probably can cum several times a night, I suppose," Adma said knowing he could.

"Stop using such vulgar language, Adam. Honestly, I don't know what has gotten into you," Barbara reprimanded him.

"You don't care about my needs, just your own! Only thinking of yourself," she said as she dressed in her flannel nightgown and turned her back to her husband.

Adam grinned, knowing that Barbara didn't appreciate him like Charlene did. He considered Barbara a sexually naive ignoramus. Not at all worldly, like he and Charlene were. He almost felt pity for the woman. Adam fell asleep completely at ease with himself and his sexual prowess.

That this exactly what Liz hoped would happen. If she hypnotized Adam to be impotent, then Barbara could suffer nobly. Because both of them would be miserable. But the fact that Adam still enjoyed sexual release and Barbara didn't. That was insufferable in her mind.

Liz's plan had just completed the first step in dominating Barbara and making her into a lesbian.