My boyfriend found me doing DIY in bed (adult novel with experience story)

The thing is, my boyfriend and I work in the same company and we live together now.

We have lived together for almost half a year, and our relationship has always been good.

After he was recently promoted, he was under a lot of work pressure. Many of the tasks he took over were from people who left before he could do a handover. So he was very busy in the company. I saw all of this.

So the frequency of sexual intercourse has also decreased. When we first moved in together, it was about five or six times a week. Now it’s about once or twice a week. Sometimes I still take the initiative to have sex.

But you all understand that I’m a woman, I can’t always be the one taking the initiative! ! And I do fully understand how hard he works, so it's normal for him to have no thoughts when he gets home.

So sometimes if I have an idea, I will solve it by DIY~

However, the truth will eventually come to light!

This afternoon, which was yesterday, Saturday afternoon, we had agreed to go out to see Transformers. He wanted to take a shower before going out. I was lying on the bed and saw him going to the bathroom with a bath towel. I thought it would take about twenty minutes. So I covered myself with the quilt and started DIY. (My DIY is very subtle, and the clothes are also very neat)

As a result, just when I put my hand down, he went back to the room to get clothes, saw me lying on the bed with my eyes open, and asked me what I was doing

I was stunned for a moment, and my expression was very embarrassed

Seeing my embarrassed expression, he was stunned for a moment, then asked while lifting the quilt: You are not doing DIY, are you?

I nodded in surprise.

Then he smiled (still an awkward smile), shook his head, and went back to the bathroom without taking his clothes.

I was left lying there, completely stunned.

I stayed there until he came out of the shower. He saw me still there and asked me: Are you done with DIY?

I said: Yeah

He said: Are you comfortable?

I said: Yeah

He began to dress without a word.

I was so embarrassed that it shook the heavens and wept the ghosts! ! ! I really just wanted to tell him at that time that you had recognized the wrong person! ! ! The person who DIY is not me. Even if it is me, it is still a misunderstanding...

So I asked him why he asked that? Don't you want to go?

(Please note that I was discovered. From the moment I pulled the quilt back, I froze there without moving at all, because the huge sense of embarrassment had nailed me firmly to the bed.)

He then said with a fierce face: Aren’t you just standing here doing nothing? If you don't want to go, just say so. Then you won't go.

I tried to get up, but I felt my body was still nailed there, so I said, let’s not go…

Without saying a word, he took off the clothes, pants, socks, shoes and watch he had just put on and put them away one by one, extremely silent and calm.

My heart was filled with fear and I asked him: Are you angry?

He said: Of course, you watched me put on my clothes one by one, and then told me I couldn't go anymore. If you didn't want to go, why didn't you say so earlier?

Because he had a small outburst (although it was due to something else), my fear finally subsided a little, so I sat up and said to him: Let's go then?

He immediately regained his composure: Forget it, no one is in the mood anymore

I'll continue.

Well, since everyone is not in the mood

Let's talk about DIY.

So I started to explain to myself, I know you've been under a lot of work pressure lately and you're not in a good mood, so I can't force you, because I don't want to put more pressure on you, so I'll solve it myself...

He actually asked me coldly: Why are you still talking about this topic? It's nothing. I'm just in a bad mood.

I asked, why are you in a bad mood?

He then analyzed it to me very calmly: Think about it, if you went to take a shower, then remembered that you forgot something and came back to get it, and when you came back you suddenly found me watching porn and masturbating, what would you think?

I thought about it seriously for a moment and responded: I would assume that you find my body unattractive.

He said: Yes, so now I am wondering if you have always done this before, why would you rather solve it yourself than tell me?

I'm a woman, so you can't let me take the initiative to ask, right?

He reminded me: Didn’t you ask for it before? Have I ever rejected you?

I thought about it and realized that you have never rejected me, but if I were rejected, would I still have the face to live in this world?

Okay, I'll continue.

We spent about thirty minutes talking about this.

His point of view is that if you have an idea, you should bring it up. Even if he is not interested, he will try his best to satisfy me.

But I think that instead of asking you to "try your best" to satisfy me reluctantly, it would be better for me to solve it myself. . .

Of course I didn’t say that directly, I said “How can I, a woman, always make demands?”

Then he used his Scorpio skills and asked coldly, "So what you mean is that even if you don't want to, I will force you to do that with me every day? Will you be happy like this?"

(Interrupting to complain: When scorpions get cold, they’re really fucking cold…)

Everybody! I just became the person who forced him to do that with me every day. God knows, if I hadn't been caught doing it myself, I would never have told this story in my life.

It has been three days since I was caught on the spot.

During these three days, we never mentioned this matter again, and I never DIYed it again.

We still ate, slept and worked together, but I could feel something different.

He used to sleep facing me at night, but now he sleeps on his side with his back to me.

Last night I was lying in bed looking at his back and suddenly I felt so far away from him.

So I couldn't sleep and went to the balcony to smoke. As soon as I lit up the cigarette, he followed me out and asked me what I was doing.

I said I couldn't sleep so I came out to smoke

He jokingly asked me if I was hiding out to call other men. He usually joked like this, but this time he actually reached behind me to see if I had my phone (I was sitting in a chair in the corner of the balcony).

Anyway, I continue

He actually came behind me to see if I had my phone ready to call someone.

After finding out that there was nothing, he asked me what was wrong and went back to sleep.

In fact, he could figure out what was wrong with me just by looking at my hair. What else could I do? He was caught in the act and doesn't know what to do now, but he is determined not to bring up this topic (Scorpios are really patient!)

I continued to smoke my cigarette on the balcony, listening to sad songs, feeling that I was more wronged than Dou E. When I heard the line "I sing alone, and my voice becomes cold. What is loneliness, what is a cold heart..." in "Crying", tears started to fall (OK, I admit that I am gay and sentimental, but I am really suffering!)

You said that I was following a man who was five years older than me, and we only just got the official status (he had been refusing to admit that I was his girlfriend before, and only asked me out last month), and now this happened.

It's so unlucky, so unlucky, so unlucky...

This undoubtedly made our already unstable relationship even worse.

I also know exactly what he is thinking, because he was sent here by the head office. He spends eight months here every year and four months at the headquarters. He will be going back at the end of this month. He must be thinking: "She is so needy. She did it DIY when I was here. Who knows who she will fool around with after I leave. I'd better not like her too much."

But God is my conscience! ! I have never thought about betraying him, the question is how can I make him trust me?

I think I can't stand it any longer.

I am surfing the Internet on the balcony now. He is in the study holding his computer. I don't know what he is doing. It is so quiet.

I have smoked a whole pack of cigarettes from 6 o'clock tonight (no, there is one left, let me light it...)

I'm smoking my last cigarette now, thinking that I will start looking for a house to move out tomorrow

But there was a small incident today. We got off work and went home from the underground first floor. We were the only two people in the elevator. He hugged me. The elevator stopped at the first floor and someone wanted to get in. The moment the elevator door opened, he jumped away. He didn't say anything until we got home.

These days our conversations are limited to some simple "What do you think of the dress I wear today?" or "What do you want to eat tonight?", "Have you seen my keys?"

Other than that, there are some meaningless jokes, such as calling the other person fat (we are both very thin), or making jokes about the other person and other colleagues in the company (for example, I always say that the receptionist in the company is his secret girlfriend, etc.), which are not funny at all =(

Hey, I haven’t slept yet! !

I just went downstairs to buy some fruit, cut it up and asked him to come out and eat it.

So now we are sitting side by side at the dining table in the living room, with a fruit plate in the middle and each of us holding a computer. He is on his car forum and I am on Tianya.

He glanced at my screen and said, Oh, is that porn site again? Are you enjoying chatting with you all?

I'm sweating like a waterfall

what to do! ?

After eating this fruit plate, I will go up?

I'm back, I'm back, I'm here to report!!

Let's start with the fruit plate from last night~

Yesterday, after I cleaned up my desk and closed my computer, I plucked up the courage to ask him, "Do you want to go to bed with me?"

He looked at his car forum and said without raising his eyelids: soon

I nodded, walked back to the bedroom silently, covered myself with the quilt and began to struggle with it.

Okay, let’s get back to the point!

I was sulking when he burst into laughter, so I didn't stick my head out to ask 'what's so funny' like usual.

He sensed that something was wrong with me, so he asked me, what's wrong with you?

I asked back, what's wrong with me?

He then asked me what happened

How I wanted to blurt out: I want

sex!give it to me now!!or im gonna rape you!!

But based on what you have known about me in the past few days, you all know that I am a reserved person and I cannot say it out loud…

After holding it in for a long time, I finally managed to say: I just asked you to come to bed...

He suddenly exploded and said: Are you kidding me? You are not serious. You can stay on that Chinese forum for as long as you want. When you don't want to be online anymore, I have to turn off my computer as soon as you call me?

I weakly said I just want to stay with you for a while...

He said please let us be together 247 (24 hours a day, 7 days a week). Just now, I ran from the study to the living room and sat next to you to surf the Internet just to "be with" you. Now you say you just want to be with me? What do you want from me?

Finally, my little universe exploded magnificently, and I said, do you think being together means two people doing their own things in the same space? At work, everyone has a computer and pretends not to know each other. And it’s still the same after get off work? So what’s the difference between us and roommates? All I talk to people on that Chinese forum is about you, because I don't know how to communicate with you anymore. We talk more on AIM every day (all about work) than face to face!

I know I can't change you, but I just feel that you don't like me all day long. Although I know that if you don't like me, you won't want to live with me, take care of me, or introduce me to your family, but you are so cold and I just feel that I am not needed at all.

The more I talked, the more wronged I felt, and I couldn't stop my tears from falling.

He was silent for a while, and then said to me: Okay, you have been telling me every day in different ways what a bad boyfriend I am. If you are not happy with me, then what is the point of it all?

My mind suddenly went “boom” - if I’m not happy with him, then what’s the point of it all?

I jumped out of bed, ran to the balcony, and started smoking one cigarette after another, wondering why I should be with him if I was not happy? Because he is handsome?

When I lit my second cigarette, he followed me out and asked me: Can you tell me what you want from me?

Normally I would never ask this kind of question, but since I was wondering why I wanted to be with him, I just went for it - "I want you to hold me, like you really want to"

He was stunned: "That's it"

I said that's about it.

He was still very surprised and confirmed with me three or four times, "Is that it? We usually hug each other. Do you want me to do this?"

I thought about it, if I had any other request, it would probably be that I wanted him to say "I love you" to me with some emotion, but I didn't mention it. Of course I couldn't mention it. I'm not stupid enough to do that...

He sat quietly with me on the balcony for a while, muttering to himself, "Girls r really delicate"

Back to the bedroom

I finished my cigarette, took a shower, and changed my clothes (actually I was just looking for something to do so I could go back to the bedroom later).

But I couldn't delay it for more than one night. In fact, I tried everything before time slowly passed and half of it disappeared.

I climbed into bed dejectedly...

He didn't fall asleep

He said to me: I can't say that your feeling is wrong, because that is how you really feel. I can't convince you to change, just like you just said that you can't force me to change. Do you want to move out?

I said I don't want to

He said, "Great, I don't want you to move out either. Let me put down the sofa bed in the study and turn it into a bedroom tomorrow. It would make you happier if we were roommates."

Clank clang clang clang clang clang!

He keeps telling me how to turn our relationship back to roommates

I turned off the light and kissed him on the lips, and he finally stopped talking.

Next, it was intense, crazy, warm and wet...

And we ended up arriving at the same time (amazing! I've never arrived at the same time as anyone else, and only once or twice with him)

I whispered in his ear, "Why would I want to move away? I want to see you every day..."

He hugged me super tight, but he just said "shh"

He hugged me tightly all night (this was the first time! Before, he always hugged his own pillow. He has four pillows, and he hugs a different pillow every day according to his mood and physical condition)

The next day (which is today!), he held my hand everywhere (even from the company parking lot to the elevator, he held my hand!! This has never happened before!!~)

I noticed a strange phenomenon: those who read my posts and replied and thanked me all had the following things happen to them shortly afterwards:

1. Love is successful;

2. The deal was done;

3. Get promoted and become rich;

4. Feeling happy;

5. The family is harmonious;

6. Health is improved;

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