Needing Better

Needing Better

How I became a BBC slut

Chapter 1 by GlowingHands GlowingHands

Tyler and I met when we were Sophomores in college and quickly we fell in love, though as the years went on I felt the excitement leave the relationship. I was so close to breaking up with him during senior year but then life after college came with all its changes. When everything was new it was all so exciting, new apartment, new job, and a whole new town to explore. But then Tyler did something I was not prepared for and he proposed, I don't why but I just blurted out "yes". It was all just enough to distract me from the deficiencies in my life. Our apartment was in a cute area, though my work was not in a great spot of town. Still I was so happy just to have a decent job, a desk of my own, even my little name tag that said “Jen” made me happy. I even loved my coworkers and my boss, however work was work and life was life. All to soon the methodical rhythm of adulthood made itself known.

5AM- Wake Up

5:30AM- Hydrate and Run

6:30AM- Finish Run and Shower

7AM- Shake Tyler awake, he of course farts and stumbles out of bed

7:30AM- Dress, quick breakfast, and finish makeup

8AM- Go to work

5PM- Go home

5:05PM- Masturbate before Tyler comes home

5:30PM- Make Dinner

6:00PM- Watch TV/Surf the web

10:00PM- Sleep

I wake up and repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, and repeat. It was only a year after college and my life was already on auto pilot. Things did change, but now they did so slowly; I watched Tyler gain about 3lbs a month, I observed us go from having sex 3-4 times a week to once a week, and now to once every other week. Tyler was clean and a provider but more and more he sunk into his work and video games, as I tried to spark our relationship up again. At first I would buy lingerie and at first it worked, but soon he got used to that. Then I tried waking him up with sex and again it only worked for a bit. When he did catch me masturbating he kindly offered the quickest pity sex session but would be upset if I refused, hence why I hid my masturbation habits from him. In those few precious moments between me getting home from work and Tyler getting home I could act utterly selfish. My vibrator was set to max as I first watched soft core lesbian, then regular lesbian, then videos with strap ons, then guy/girl scenes, and finally I started watching interracial. Months passed and still it was all I wanted to watch, but then one night as Tyler snored next to me I had a dream...

What was did I dream of?

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