piscesyndrome
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Hm, I didn't know where the hell else to post this, and live chat is boring to me; plus, I'm really not looking to get off or get someone else off with it, I just really wanted to write about it somewhere.
For starters, this isn't a cuck search, so if that's your thing, no offense but please take a hike.
Here goes... My wife has a pretty nasty drug habit - always has, and I just deal with it. Kind of sucks that the only reason she was such a damn easy lay when we met was because she was always tricked out on morphine or OxyContin, or often both, but whatever... I was actually dumb enough to not really know that at first. I mean, it's obvious when she's completely, utterly wasted, but that's just so damn much of her personality that I can't tell the fucking difference sometimes.
Anyway, these days my little angel seems to like the kiddie coke a whole lot, and her shrink prescribes her enough of that shit -- 60mg per day of instant release Adderall, which is the most that any doctor will prescribe, and a higher dose than many patients with ADHD or narcolepsy take... And of course, she's not afflicted by either malady. Supposedly she has chronic fatigue. Yeah, RIGHT.
So anyway, I kind of have had this recurring question in my head concerning just what in the hell this particular psychiatrist is getting out of this exchange - my wife is also schizoaffective & prone to visual hallucinations, and this drug isn't really great for that - it's a catalyst. Shrink put her on an antipsychotic but he failed to reduce her Adderall intake. (Dude, how could you not connect those dots? Asshole.)
Of course, yeah, I'm thinking sexual misconduct - which boils my blood on sooo many levels - first off, she's my goddamn wife, and second, she's a sick person.
And it isn't cool to take advantage of a sick person... That isn't what this is about at all.
This month was okay for her, she hasn't been seeing any weird bugs that no one else can or anything & her mood has been pretty good overall. More aptly put, "Adderall".
Apparently she's gotten just enough of a handle on 'handling her shit' so she's not being driven over the edge anymore, but she's still misusing it - I'm finding cut straws, plates full of orange powder, etc., all over the bathroom & common areas, plus there's the whole "stay awake for days and then crash horribly because I've snorted through my entire script weeks before I can refill it" thing.
I hate that, because I really DO have ADD and for management years took the Extended Release compliment to it myself, so I would need to hide it from her around mid-month, every month.
This month I did something kind of evil: Started a different med regimen, but she knew that I had some pills left over - which I of course wasn't going to take.
See, to her I'm pretty goddamn vanilla. I don't know what she sees in me or why she stays, really... she also knows better than to ask me to give her something like that; she knows how I feel about it.
So what's my vice? I'm not on this board a lot - being on it was a phase I grew out of years ago, so it's not likely that it's sex... No. I think I'm starting to find out what makes me tick.
And I like it, and so does she, apparently.
See, she got so desperate, and so tired of looking around the apartment for some old medication of mine that she finally did break down and ask me.
And my answer surprised her quite a lot:
"What's it worth to you?"
'What?? What are you suggesting?'
"Simple, Katya" (yes, she is Russian... No, that's not her real name): "I want to see how far my perfect little angel - moya zhena - will go in order to secure her little treat... Ahh, you know, the one she's spent hours turning our bedroom inside out looking for, right, darling?"
"That must really mean a LOT to you, Laskovaya Moya... or does it, really?"
'Yes. Yes it would. You know it would; so why must you taunt me with it? You've no need for it.'
"Well, if I were to give you something, how grateful would you be?"
'I suppose I would be very.'
"Hold out your hand." (Into which I dropped six or seven orange capsules.)
'Thank you, daddy.' She said that with a wry little crooked half smile and a raging hint of her special brand of cold Russian sarcasm. I liked that... What a bitch. Then she knelt in front of me & undid my trousers, then very quickly she pulled my dick out... which I have to admit I wasn't sure she'd do, because I gave her what she wanted and she really is a cold-hearted bitch.
I was already of course pretty excited, and she didn't waste any time going to work on me - all the while, that pretty crooked bitch smile still intact as if she were enjoying some pretty sweet joke.
Now: Katya has always been something of a flirt - and sometimes she's taken that way over the top, which we don't talk about, but she knows I'm aware of it & that I don't like it. I don't understand very much of her language, but I know enough to know when she's slutting it up all sexy to her friend Alex on the phone - this is something that happened awhile back.
And every time I pass this jerk on the street there's a mutually hostile passive-aggressive exchange of hellos & really, really dirty looks.
"Katya. I want you to call Alex right now - Would you do that for new?"
'What should I say to him?'
"You tell him how you're sucking on your husband's cock right now. That you're on your dirty slut knees and you fucking love it. Tell him not to bother to fucking hang up, either... Because you're only going to call back, and you're going to keep calling - and that you want him to listen to you fucking moan in ecstasy while you're pleasuring your husband like a good wife, and while you're letting me cum all over your pretty Russian princess, fucking whore face, and how much you're going to fucking love it."
She called the guy, and totally, completely, I have never in my life heard anyone sound so freaking psychotic angry with rage - again, I don't speak or understand a shit-ton of Russian, but I've heard enough in seven years of marriage... JESUS, was that guy pissed off.
Amazingly, and like the near "professional" mail order bride I pretty much thought would dump my ass for this dude eventually, 'cos she's legal now - Katya DIDN'T SKIP A BEAT sucking me off whilst talking to him... she laughed really hard, and acted like such a cold, absolute fucking heartless bitch:
"Oh, my poor little Alexei - you're not telling me anything my husband can't hear, or that I don't already know... Yes; I'm a stupid fucking whore (Russian women sound very sexy when they're swearing) - but you know what's up, my little Lionheart, No? I'll tell you this, you're never going to have the pleasure of feeling these lips upon your disgusting little cock, because I don't want it. You're an ugly, sweaty fucking gym-rat, not even fit to stick your stupid pig's dick into Ukrainian whore."
(He stopped yelling there, so he must've been shocked I guess... Nevertheless, he stayed on the line.)
She put the phone down & finished me off... did not let up until she swallowed everything -- which is so not her at all, so yeah -- I guess you could say the woman was grateful.
She calmly picked up the phone again and said -- really, REALLY sexily, almost inaudible:
"Alexei (here she rattled off his full name, like she was arresting - no; convicting him, of/or something);
You will fucking keep clear of me. And my husband, yes? Because if I hear someone gossip-talk spill some of beans about maybe you get it into your head how you think you are now going to threaten him because you are macho, gym-rat PIG, and nothing more... I swear, asshole: schas po ebalu puluchish, suka, blyad." (Translation: "I'm going to kill you, you bitch. You motherfucker.")
OWNED. That's my girl. So what I can't trust her for shit -- she's completely loyal when it suits her to be... And frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Because I really am pretty fucking vanilla, after all... The pills I slipped her that day were generic over the counter tumeric supplements: Pretty easily mistaken for Adderall at a quick glance.
Of course it wasn't too long before I was going to be confronted about that switch -- it took her around three days before we had that particular little chat: "Husband -- you really must think that I am stupid whore, after all, mustn't you? I mean -- your little monkey dance with my straws & stuff -- throwing them away, coating the insides of them with Vaseline - that was one thing, but this is sheer fuckery at its very, very best. So you realize I am both very pissed off -- but also as well that I have replenished own prescription, so is water under the bridge for now."
(You do realize that I'm only going to continue to hide this fucking shit from you because I don't approve of it, right?)
She says to me, with that crooked little bitch half-grin: "Yes, daddy (again with the sarcasm). Of course I do... Your little Katya is very bad girl, and can't be trusted; just like any other drug slut "Natasha" to come from Ukrainian trafficking. I knew those girls. Maybe I was lucky enough to find a nice, rich American sucker boyscout like yourself... but you know about these girls; they taught me a lot of things... a lot of things you so quite obviously, really, really fucking like."
(Um, yeah... I'm not rich, Katya. You DO know that, right?)
"Yes I know. You are fucking clown, but I keep you around because maybe you make me smile and you make me laugh sometimes. So you can keep on torturing me with those pills you don't even want & I'll only keep going through your shit until I find them, okay? So just you keep on going with your merry little boyscout bullshit, and maybe one day you are going to feel such pity for me & give me some of real shit, instead of fucking herbal supplements - and THEN, my sweet, stupid honest policeman...
Well then, maybe then I will show precisely HOW grateful little Natalia drug slut wife of yours can be.
- Because you've only gotten smallest and very little taste of it cowboy."
So yeah... I don't go around talking about this shit to anyone, because it's just. That. Fucking. Unbelievable. Plus, if anyone I knew were to hear about it they'd probably come sniffing around her panties with some ecstasy or some coke & I really don't need that.
So I guess I've read wayy more over the top shit on this & other boards - and Katya has always been able to stand up to it -- but this? This finally warrants a posting. Sure, she's probably made quite the fool out of me, and really, she's probably still laughing about it... But this is literally living the dream.
Weightlifter dude Alexei (also, not his real name either) -- I see him around. We live pretty close.
He doesn't fuck with me or shoot me dirty looks anymore - and really, why the fuck should he?
I'm fairly certain that he DID fuck Katya at some point... But this only makes it that much sweeter.
Remember those Charles Atlas ads that used to run in comic books? It's pretty much just like that.
For starters, this isn't a cuck search, so if that's your thing, no offense but please take a hike.
Here goes... My wife has a pretty nasty drug habit - always has, and I just deal with it. Kind of sucks that the only reason she was such a damn easy lay when we met was because she was always tricked out on morphine or OxyContin, or often both, but whatever... I was actually dumb enough to not really know that at first. I mean, it's obvious when she's completely, utterly wasted, but that's just so damn much of her personality that I can't tell the fucking difference sometimes.
Anyway, these days my little angel seems to like the kiddie coke a whole lot, and her shrink prescribes her enough of that shit -- 60mg per day of instant release Adderall, which is the most that any doctor will prescribe, and a higher dose than many patients with ADHD or narcolepsy take... And of course, she's not afflicted by either malady. Supposedly she has chronic fatigue. Yeah, RIGHT.
So anyway, I kind of have had this recurring question in my head concerning just what in the hell this particular psychiatrist is getting out of this exchange - my wife is also schizoaffective & prone to visual hallucinations, and this drug isn't really great for that - it's a catalyst. Shrink put her on an antipsychotic but he failed to reduce her Adderall intake. (Dude, how could you not connect those dots? Asshole.)
Of course, yeah, I'm thinking sexual misconduct - which boils my blood on sooo many levels - first off, she's my goddamn wife, and second, she's a sick person.
And it isn't cool to take advantage of a sick person... That isn't what this is about at all.
This month was okay for her, she hasn't been seeing any weird bugs that no one else can or anything & her mood has been pretty good overall. More aptly put, "Adderall".
Apparently she's gotten just enough of a handle on 'handling her shit' so she's not being driven over the edge anymore, but she's still misusing it - I'm finding cut straws, plates full of orange powder, etc., all over the bathroom & common areas, plus there's the whole "stay awake for days and then crash horribly because I've snorted through my entire script weeks before I can refill it" thing.
I hate that, because I really DO have ADD and for management years took the Extended Release compliment to it myself, so I would need to hide it from her around mid-month, every month.
This month I did something kind of evil: Started a different med regimen, but she knew that I had some pills left over - which I of course wasn't going to take.
See, to her I'm pretty goddamn vanilla. I don't know what she sees in me or why she stays, really... she also knows better than to ask me to give her something like that; she knows how I feel about it.
So what's my vice? I'm not on this board a lot - being on it was a phase I grew out of years ago, so it's not likely that it's sex... No. I think I'm starting to find out what makes me tick.
And I like it, and so does she, apparently.
See, she got so desperate, and so tired of looking around the apartment for some old medication of mine that she finally did break down and ask me.
And my answer surprised her quite a lot:
"What's it worth to you?"
'What?? What are you suggesting?'
"Simple, Katya" (yes, she is Russian... No, that's not her real name): "I want to see how far my perfect little angel - moya zhena - will go in order to secure her little treat... Ahh, you know, the one she's spent hours turning our bedroom inside out looking for, right, darling?"
"That must really mean a LOT to you, Laskovaya Moya... or does it, really?"
'Yes. Yes it would. You know it would; so why must you taunt me with it? You've no need for it.'
"Well, if I were to give you something, how grateful would you be?"
'I suppose I would be very.'
"Hold out your hand." (Into which I dropped six or seven orange capsules.)
'Thank you, daddy.' She said that with a wry little crooked half smile and a raging hint of her special brand of cold Russian sarcasm. I liked that... What a bitch. Then she knelt in front of me & undid my trousers, then very quickly she pulled my dick out... which I have to admit I wasn't sure she'd do, because I gave her what she wanted and she really is a cold-hearted bitch.
I was already of course pretty excited, and she didn't waste any time going to work on me - all the while, that pretty crooked bitch smile still intact as if she were enjoying some pretty sweet joke.
Now: Katya has always been something of a flirt - and sometimes she's taken that way over the top, which we don't talk about, but she knows I'm aware of it & that I don't like it. I don't understand very much of her language, but I know enough to know when she's slutting it up all sexy to her friend Alex on the phone - this is something that happened awhile back.
And every time I pass this jerk on the street there's a mutually hostile passive-aggressive exchange of hellos & really, really dirty looks.
"Katya. I want you to call Alex right now - Would you do that for new?"
'What should I say to him?'
"You tell him how you're sucking on your husband's cock right now. That you're on your dirty slut knees and you fucking love it. Tell him not to bother to fucking hang up, either... Because you're only going to call back, and you're going to keep calling - and that you want him to listen to you fucking moan in ecstasy while you're pleasuring your husband like a good wife, and while you're letting me cum all over your pretty Russian princess, fucking whore face, and how much you're going to fucking love it."
She called the guy, and totally, completely, I have never in my life heard anyone sound so freaking psychotic angry with rage - again, I don't speak or understand a shit-ton of Russian, but I've heard enough in seven years of marriage... JESUS, was that guy pissed off.
Amazingly, and like the near "professional" mail order bride I pretty much thought would dump my ass for this dude eventually, 'cos she's legal now - Katya DIDN'T SKIP A BEAT sucking me off whilst talking to him... she laughed really hard, and acted like such a cold, absolute fucking heartless bitch:
"Oh, my poor little Alexei - you're not telling me anything my husband can't hear, or that I don't already know... Yes; I'm a stupid fucking whore (Russian women sound very sexy when they're swearing) - but you know what's up, my little Lionheart, No? I'll tell you this, you're never going to have the pleasure of feeling these lips upon your disgusting little cock, because I don't want it. You're an ugly, sweaty fucking gym-rat, not even fit to stick your stupid pig's dick into Ukrainian whore."
(He stopped yelling there, so he must've been shocked I guess... Nevertheless, he stayed on the line.)
She put the phone down & finished me off... did not let up until she swallowed everything -- which is so not her at all, so yeah -- I guess you could say the woman was grateful.
She calmly picked up the phone again and said -- really, REALLY sexily, almost inaudible:
"Alexei (here she rattled off his full name, like she was arresting - no; convicting him, of/or something);
You will fucking keep clear of me. And my husband, yes? Because if I hear someone gossip-talk spill some of beans about maybe you get it into your head how you think you are now going to threaten him because you are macho, gym-rat PIG, and nothing more... I swear, asshole: schas po ebalu puluchish, suka, blyad." (Translation: "I'm going to kill you, you bitch. You motherfucker.")
OWNED. That's my girl. So what I can't trust her for shit -- she's completely loyal when it suits her to be... And frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Because I really am pretty fucking vanilla, after all... The pills I slipped her that day were generic over the counter tumeric supplements: Pretty easily mistaken for Adderall at a quick glance.
Of course it wasn't too long before I was going to be confronted about that switch -- it took her around three days before we had that particular little chat: "Husband -- you really must think that I am stupid whore, after all, mustn't you? I mean -- your little monkey dance with my straws & stuff -- throwing them away, coating the insides of them with Vaseline - that was one thing, but this is sheer fuckery at its very, very best. So you realize I am both very pissed off -- but also as well that I have replenished own prescription, so is water under the bridge for now."
(You do realize that I'm only going to continue to hide this fucking shit from you because I don't approve of it, right?)
She says to me, with that crooked little bitch half-grin: "Yes, daddy (again with the sarcasm). Of course I do... Your little Katya is very bad girl, and can't be trusted; just like any other drug slut "Natasha" to come from Ukrainian trafficking. I knew those girls. Maybe I was lucky enough to find a nice, rich American sucker boyscout like yourself... but you know about these girls; they taught me a lot of things... a lot of things you so quite obviously, really, really fucking like."
(Um, yeah... I'm not rich, Katya. You DO know that, right?)
"Yes I know. You are fucking clown, but I keep you around because maybe you make me smile and you make me laugh sometimes. So you can keep on torturing me with those pills you don't even want & I'll only keep going through your shit until I find them, okay? So just you keep on going with your merry little boyscout bullshit, and maybe one day you are going to feel such pity for me & give me some of real shit, instead of fucking herbal supplements - and THEN, my sweet, stupid honest policeman...
Well then, maybe then I will show precisely HOW grateful little Natalia drug slut wife of yours can be.
- Because you've only gotten smallest and very little taste of it cowboy."
So yeah... I don't go around talking about this shit to anyone, because it's just. That. Fucking. Unbelievable. Plus, if anyone I knew were to hear about it they'd probably come sniffing around her panties with some ecstasy or some coke & I really don't need that.
So I guess I've read wayy more over the top shit on this & other boards - and Katya has always been able to stand up to it -- but this? This finally warrants a posting. Sure, she's probably made quite the fool out of me, and really, she's probably still laughing about it... But this is literally living the dream.
Weightlifter dude Alexei (also, not his real name either) -- I see him around. We live pretty close.
He doesn't fuck with me or shoot me dirty looks anymore - and really, why the fuck should he?
I'm fairly certain that he DID fuck Katya at some point... But this only makes it that much sweeter.
Remember those Charles Atlas ads that used to run in comic books? It's pretty much just like that.
