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I had PMS. My breasts felt like they were stuffed with lead and bee saliva. I was in no mood for sex. Hell, I was barely able to manage a conversation. My husband was horny- no, very horny. He told me this. I said "no, get away from me. Don't touch them. Ouch. That hurts." He proceeded to chase me around the apartment. My lead breasts slowed me down and he caught me. He threw me on the bed and tried to rip off my jeans. I started screaming "old men! grandmas! baseball! irritable bowel syndrome! cold sores! starving children in africa! vasectomy! vomit!"
My attempts at destroying his erection were in vain.
He got the pants off, then the panties. I became tired of struggling, so I finally said "Fine! Fuck me. Fuck me now and do it hard and fast, damn it". He did.
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