Well of course they do

"Time for his morning wakeup call" I think to myself as my body almost moves on its own to fish out his cock. Wait, no my body is moving on its own. I hate giving blowjobs, right? "Good girls love to swallow" flashes in my mind and I feel a little dazed for a moment. It's true, good girls love to swallow so obviously I love giving blowjobs too! Can't believe I thought I didn't like them for a second there... Weird.

The same thing happens as I'm making him his breakfast, for the briefest moment I think to myself how I used to hate cooking, but "good girls love cooking" so I'm not sure why I thought I ever disliked doing so. This feeling of uneasiness, almost self doubting sticks with me though, as I'm cleaning the house with my holes stuffed like a good girl, I can help but be frustrated by just staying at home and doing chores, and feel more slutty than sexy if anything as the ever present fullness of both my holes never ceases.

Maybe I should bring it up to him? How I've felt off today, like something just isn't right. He always knows best so maybe he'd know how to help me feel normal again. But I do hate to worry him like that, he has enough on his plate being the breadwinner, he doesn't need his dumb wife and her petty girl troubles bothering him after a hard day's work.

Greeting him at the door with a kiss when he gets home does help to ease some of my inner turmoil, but there's still that voice nagging in the back of my head that something just isn't quite right. It carries on through dinner and even as I was letting him use me like the fuck puppet I am in bed tonight. Part of me kept thinking that this isn't normal, that I shouldn't be so eager for this. Part of me was screaming to get out and run as far away as fast as I can.

But when he whispered those three little words in my ear and the pleasure overtook my body once more, those worried thoughts faded to the back of my mind as I drifted off to sleep once more.