Silver — Preface of a Lust Story

The name is Silver. Melinda Silver. I am middle-aged but I don’t think that I could tell you exactly what that number would be. Let’s just say that I have had my twenty-eighth birthday at least eleven times, maybe even fifteen. I consider myself beautiful, both mentally and physically. I stand about 5’7”, petite build, sun-tanned almond brown skin, curvy hips, and an ass with nice legs to match. My black hair is always long and sleek, with my tresses swaying an inch below my shoulder blades. I have obtained my Bachelors and Masters in Business Administration with a minor in Marketing. I have always worked in management and now I have two successful businesses, one of which involves cosmetics while the other is consulting clients to improve their businesses.

I am a mother of three, two girls and one boy. My oldest two are in college and my youngest daughter is one year away. Although it was rough raising three kids, even with a husband, I still appreciate and I am forever grateful for how things turned out. We have a beautiful two-story home in Alpharetta. Five bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, a three-car garage, and a fenced in backyard with a deck that overlooks an exquisite pond in our subdivision. Now that two of my children are away, there is so much empty space but this is our forever home. If I continue to make the money that I do, I will have this house paid off in less than seven years.

Everyone admires me and my family. Quite often I am praised for being a successful black woman, for my beautiful home, nice cars, beautiful family, and the longevity of my marriage. My husband and I have been married for fifteen years. We got married right after I graduated with my Masters.

Although we have had our ups and downs as with any other marriage, there has been one thing that I am having the hardest time dealing with — and that is the lack of intimacy. This hasn’t been a recent change. It has been going on for a few years now. After the second child, we went from having sex every other day to possibly once or twice a month and now that once or twice is probably within a year. I was shocked that I got pregnant with our third child because — well, you know. Before you even think that maybe I am not trying hard enough, believe me when I say that I have tried everything that you could possibly think of. I have tried sexy lingerie which he barely notices, I have purchased toys which have caused arguments, I have tried talking about it only to hear that all I think about is sex, and I have even suggested an open marriage, only for him to walk out of the front door. I don’t know what else to do. I know that divorce isn’t an option. I still love my husband for the life that we have built together and honestly, a part of me still wants to portray the image of “perfect everything”. Leaving him would diminish all of that.

I am too damn fine and too damn prosperous to have everything I need but nothing of what I want. What would you do if you were in my shoes? Continue to suffer while cob webs grow in between your thighs? I think not. I tried counseling since my husband did his best to convince me that I have a problem but counseling didn’t work. So, I did the next best thing — increase the number of clients that I see in the day, some of which comes with a quick fix and still make it home in time to have dinner served on the table.

So once again, my name is Silver and this is my story…

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