According to what Lincoln said, the company hosts a futuristic lantern event where employees release LED sky-lanterns with wishes encoded inside.
It's different around the house where most of the time I notice Lincoln, he's constantly walking around in a state of perpetual horniness, dick always on some level of hard.
The past few days, I've been teasing him relentlessly.
3–2 days after Christmas, when I had tormented him, I had used my vibrator right in front of him with my legs open to please myself. Made him watch. Wasn't allowed to touch himself. Used my foot to rub his dick at the same time.
Maybe he'll be showering sometimes, and I'll go in there and start sucking and then leave his hard cock stuck in the rhythm of a staccato while I skipped away.
His mood flips from flirty to clingy to desperate and infatuated, to annoyed, aggressive, and frustrated, something that turns me on.
Several times I've teased him, and he's pushed me a little too hard away from him. Maybe I'm sick in the head, but there's something about a man being rough with me that I love. It'spossible that I learned that toughness from playing with boys to prove that I was as tough as my mom.
I've always considered myself strong, even though deep inside I'm soft and sensitive, and so when I see someone who's stronger than me not afraid to showcase their strength, it's just a turn-on to me.
But Lincoln will get so irritated that sometimes he'll just dead me and give me the cold shoulder. The only way he can get by when it gets really bad is to work out, do some burpees, run. Anything he can.
But it hasn't been all torture and sexual persecution; we've also watched a lot of shows together and snuggled.
Even while I'm snuggling up to him, my hand on his lap lightly twirling the tip of his penis through his clothes, hearing his breathing become faster with each twirl before I settle down and give him a break, I'm aware how hard this is for him.
The thing is, past that, he seems like he's spending time with me. The idea is that I want him to love me more than sex.
If we're going to be friendly with each other, then maybe he needs to appreciate me, which is something I thought he did before we even got together.
Lincoln was never the kind of person to just be about sex all the time. Maybe when he got to work and he had little time to play, he was starved, but it's not like I never gave him sex when we were married.
I love sex… maybe a bit too much. But it really boils down to the fact that I barely saw him, and he was around someone else who was working overtime to constantly tempt him while he was already vulnerable and exhausted and stressed.
It's that fucking job.
Is a job really worth it, making all that money if all your relationships end up suffering? How many relationships end up in separation because one person had to spend too much time on the road and didn't have the time to invest properly in a relationship, whether it be with their girlfriend or wife or husband or kids?
Lincoln, as a matter of fact, is a product of that very thing, having barely ever seen his parents because they were always either working or unavailable emotionally or what have you.
His dad was a workaholic and an alcoholic. His mother, when she wasn't trying to find jobs and working, barely paid attention to Lincoln. It's like she was a shell of her former self. I love his mother to pieces, and she's a wonderful woman, but it's clear that the woman has a thousand-yard stare, something that Lincoln said she developed after the death of his brother.
Losing a child can't be an easy thing, and that's probably what ended up breaking his parents.
Because of that depression, it's like they barely had any love left to give to Lincoln and his siblings, and as a result, the family is fractured.
Lincoln barely talks to his brothers and sister.
He talks to his mom once in a blue moon, especially since he started working, only talking to her on holidays and making sure he sends money for her, but it seems as though he feels more comfortable just sending her money than talking to her.
Whenever he does talk to her, whether physically when I'm there observing them or over the phone, it always feels forced.
Anytime I tried to encourage him to reach out to his mom, he always told me that there's really nothing for them to talk about, and so I stopped pushing.
It's just not going to happen with them. That foundation was supposed to be laid a long time ago, and it's broken, and it doesn't look like Lincoln's mother is interested in forging a bridge between them any more than Lincoln is for it to happen.
Not even mentioning his father, his father is just not in the picture. He exists, and maybe once every three years his father will reach out and call him for a five-minute phone call asking him how he's doing and how's his mother.
It's very odd. It's like… I know like clockwork whenever the phone call is from Lincoln's father because Lincoln would always answer with a "Oh hey, what's going on. How are you?" in the most formal way possible.
I wouldn't be able to hear the other end of the call, but it always went like this, where Lincoln was simply saying, "Oh, she's fine… … I don't know, I haven't talked to them… … That's good… … Yup… … Will do… … Have a good one."
That's literally it, the extent of the conversation with his father.
