Hi! This is my first time posting something like this. This is a long story that I’ve been working on. This first post doesn’t get dirty. But if you like my writing style I can keep posting the rest of the story. Open to critiques and feedback
Prologue
Ashley didn’t realize all at once she was unhappy. It was the realization of why. Or at least one way to fix it. Or at least it was something that stuck in her mind and became a manifestation of all of the other things in her life that were frustrating and monotonous. It happened one night. Laying in bed after her husband rolled off of her. He always fell asleep right after sex. He was snoring softly and she was laying awake in the dark. It was sex. She needed more of it. Or different of it or something. Somehow her brain tied her unhappiness to her sexual part of her brain. And now it was a link that was going to be hard to break. There was just one problem.