I don't expect him to fucking understand... (a MAJOR tmi post)...

So, women ejaculate... This is a well known fact, and a fairly popular one recently. Something I have been trying to achieve for years...

Today, I kinda did... Not gonna swoop into to much detail with that... The base of this post has to do with the clisterfuck of emotions following, later in the evening.

He (hubby) discovered the towel I'd used to protect the bed in case of "showers?" during my self exploration masturbation session earlier in the day... I have no comfortable term for this so that'll have to do... Anyways, he was walking around the house smelling it (cause I forgot it on the floor beside the bed, oops..ugh.) he's saying how it smells funny, kinda like urine.. Asked if there were any accidents or whatever, I am standing in thenlivingroom stunned - embarrassed! Embaressed to the point where I don't even want to confess! He then majes the correlation between the existing evidence (towel, it's location, it's 'scent', the unknown/embarrassed look on my face and BOOM, he asks "did you female ejaculate???"... The loook on his face isn't translating for me because I'm still suffering from embarrassment... I confess to my dirty-'fun' earlier in the day and just kinda hid in the bedroom after my slipped confession. I'm suffering from that wonderful monthly 'gift' as it hit me a few hours after with a bit of an emotional and crampy vengance - as if it had backpay to collect. Now he's excited/confused and trying to pry details outmode me of which I'm still embarrassed about... He's upset that I did that and didn't tell him before and that I didn't involve him, oh, and that I won't please him now (after all the embarrassments taken place and the periods twisted my emotions to a slightly unreal mess - he's mad, he expects me to just be like 'ok, let's talk abbot my kinky adventure while your sitting on the edge of the bed quite obviously flustered and upset... And me, I should be able to sweep my shit pile of emotions under the bed and peruse this... Whatever! I'm sorry I can't verbally fuck in a bad mood! I'm sorry I won't fuck you while cramping, crying and embarrassed! Wait, ya know what? I'm not sorry one but! I DONT WANT TO - don't fucking guilt me with this "I haven't gotten off in there days shit", who's problem is that???? You have a hand and a nice sleugh of sex toys, USE THEM!

I cry & tell him he doesn't understand, he tells me that this discussion pretty much doesnt warrant my tears - i glare - gets nearly offended and goes downstaitars to most likely fuck himself. Good. Good Night!

(please forgive my typing errors - this was typed on my iPad....)