I sit tensely at my desk. I’ve been going from call to call for the last 5 hours, trying to sort out my colleagues’ chaos. The door opens behind me. “Babe? I just wanted to bring you another coffee”. I say “One moment please” into my headset in a calm, relaxed voice. I hit the mute button, and my suppressed tension is suddenly released. I turn around without getting up and yell at her, “Can’t you see I’ve got enough shit in front of me right now? Don’t fucking bother me! Just put it on the desk and shut the fuck up.” She puts the cup down on the desk next to me and leaves the study. I take a deep breath before I unmute myself and continue to discuss the further approach with my colleague. Five minutes later I hang up and, annoyed, hang the headset over the monitor. I take a sip of the coffee, which is really good for me. I feel terrible for taking my anger out on her. She had nothing to do with it. She’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I resolve to make amends for my behavior with a nice dinner and apologize right away when my calendar reminds me that the next meeting starts in 5 minutes. I curse out loud as I prepare the documents on my desktop for the meeting.
Author: Grona199x
How to manage disputes [FM]
It has now been two days that she interrupted the argument with the words “I don’t want to continue talking”. Since then there has been silence. She treats me like air. But her rules are to be followed. It is necessary in this type of relationship.
At first it was just the silence. And I felt shame and guilt. When I came home the first day she was wearing this stunning dress. A long burgundy dress with a very tight embroidered bodice with two thin straps and a tulle skirt. The completely bare back is what makes this dress so special for me. She knows exactly that I could never resist this dress. After standing there parallised by the sight for a moment, I tried to approach her cautiously. “Darling I know I made mistakes”. My fingers gently touch her back. Before they can move down her back to her hips to grab her there, she turns and leaves the room as if I wasn’t there at all.
[M] Resistance is futile
I come into the bedroom. She is lying in bed and holding her smartphone. I know she’s completely naked under the covers. She looks up briefly but turns her gaze back to her smartphone without a word. I’m undressing too. Still no word. It’s nothing unusual. I sleep naked too. I get on the bed. Without saying a word, I throw her blanket at the foot of the bed. Now that she is completely naked in front of me, I have her attention. I slowly step over her as she puts her smartphone aside.
“I’m tired”.
I slap her face. Then I lean over her and kiss her. First she presses her lips together. My hands press her shoulders more and more firmly onto the mattress. Then she opens up for me. I kiss her passionately. My tongue circles around hers as my hands slowly relax and begin caressing her. At first it’s still a strong kneading of the shoulder that gets softer the closer I get to her neck. Her hands touch my body. The small touch is enough for my tongue to stop briefly.
I break the kiss and start kneading her breasts.