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Orm wasn’t sure when things had changed. The shift was so gradual she barely felt it. Yet now, laying in the barely ruffled sheets of the bed she shares with her wife, naked and disappointingly intact she stared at the ceiling of their room and thought to herself “What happened to us?”
Lingling laid was equally as naked, sheet covering her up to her chest as she peacefully snored with her back to her wife, looking very objectively satisfied with their earlier activities.
Orm watched Ling’s shoulders move with every calm inhale trying to with everything in her to piece together the downfall of their sex life. The thing is – this has never been a problem before. Ever. Since they started dating they have always had a very active and healthy sex life. They were a good match, both of them having insane drive and stamina up to the point where there had been multiple situations of their friends walking in on them in random places like the big tree next to the cabin by the lake where they went with their friends their first year together. Or that one time they forgot to lock the door and Lookmhee and Sonya burst in with a cake screaming happy birthday only to find the birthday girl, Orm, half naked on the kitchen table. Both Lookmhee and Sonya weren’t really phased by the discovery, though they wouldn’t stop teasing them for months later.
“I need emotional reparations for almost seeing Kwong junior.” Lookmhee pointedly said at a very embarrassed and blue balled Ling, slowly putting the cake down on the table.
“I’m actually disappointed we didn’t walk in like 3 minutes later,” Sonya added with a smirk.
“Excuse me?” Orm cocked an eyebrow at a shrugging Sonya as she continued adjusting her clothes.
“Yeah, we can stop talking about my dick now, thank you.” Ling dragged her hands down her very red face as she smoothly shuffled behind the kitchen counter to hide the very obvious evidence of their earlier activities.
Point is, these things happened. Often. Because they had sex. Very often.
But somewhere along the way that started to change. Looking back on it now, Orm could vaguely pinpoint a few instances where things had been a little off. Like how Ling had stopped being as intense during intercourse as before. Or how she stopped asking for things – like oral. Or how she stopped giving it too. The times they had sex in a week went from almost every day to approximately 1 and a half at most. Now they even skipped weeks. Not days, weeks. Orm was insanely confused and quite honestly sexually frustrated. Because what do you mean she had one of the hottest women on earth as her wife and they barely touched each other as more than a simple hand hold or peck.
Orm rewinded back to their wedding 3 years ago and thought to herself, it can’t be that. Things were normal back then. For years even after their marriage. It was the last year that things had started going downhill. And, what was even weirder for Orm, Ling didn’t seem to notice it. She seemed blissfully unaware and satisfied with their current sex schedule. But she did it mechanically, like an old hobby she had slowly lost the spark for, but still liked and did whenever she remembered.
Was it stress?, Orm thought. Or work?
No, none of those things could’ve been the reason, because just last week Ling had shared how happy she was to have found the job in the IT department in the company she worked in. She loved her colleagues and in her own words “Can’t believe they pay me that amount of money to basically run their antivirus every hour.”
Was it… an affair?
No! Absolutely not! Orm shuddered at the mere thought. It can’t be… right?
Ling went to work, sent pictures of having lunch with her nerdy IT friends to Orm and then came home to snuggle Orm and then watch shows until she passes out on the couch. Orm couldn’t even imagine when she would squeeze in having an affair in that schedule. It helped that Ling, despite having masters in computer science and being an absolute expert in the IT department, absolutely sucked at social media. Once almost posting a racy photo that Orm had sent her while trying to find the puppy emoji. She’s been banned from posting anything anywhere since that day as punishment for almost giving Orm a heart attack. She’s been grounded and now she’s content with just smiling in Orm’s highly supervised Instagram posts.
Anyway, affair was out of the question. So what was left was… had she grown bored of Orm?
Orm immediately frowned at the thought and turned to glare at Ling’s unaware and stupidly sculpted back. Not only was she a ridiculously loyal, smart nerd, but she had to go and be a gym rat as well so now she was everyone’s wet dream.
A wet dream that had slowly turned into the Sahara desert.
Orm huffed quietly. She had decided. Before she starts getting any more into her head than she already was, she’d try to talk to Ling about this, because this just couldn’t go any longer. She thought it was a temporary dry spell, but it’s been nearly a year of unenergetic, quiet, boring sex and Orm was done.
***
“I’m sorry what?”
“You heard me,” Orm muttered as she adjusted her sunglasses on her face and brought the coffee cup up to her perfectly colored lips.
“Well, I must have misheard you, because what do you mean the last time you had sex was 2 weeks ago?” Sonya leaned back in her chair with a dramatic flair.
The café where they were having their weekly catch up was your typical Insta story type of place. It was big, it was in the city centre and it was made for people to go there to eat fancy desserts and spill piping hot tea. And Orm and Sonya used it for its intended purpose.
“That’s what I asked myself this morning after going another night without an earth shattering orgasm as well.” Orm looked about ready to kill someone with a single look just thinking about the whole situation again, channeling her inner ‘my husband went mysteriously missing’ aura.
Sonya laughed heartily at the comment and leaned forward on the small coffee table again, eyes narrowing as she swept her perfectly curled hair behind her shoulder.
“Ling hasn’t been jumping your bones?” She asked, the concept being very hard to believe having known the couple since before they even started dating.
“She hasn’t.” Orm sighed and took another sip of her coffee. “At most, she has been… gently climbing them. Once a month, if she even remembers.”
“That sounds… extremely disturbing.” Sonya noted. “Is she sick or something?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” Orm put her cup down and tilted her head. “Nothing else has changed. She still hits the gym almost every day. She goes to work normally. We kiss, we cuddle, but my god, Sonya, we don’t fuck anymore and it’s driving me insane.”
“Well, there is that once a month at least.”
“It’s not enough!” Orm exclaimed and pulled off her sunglasses, throwing them on the table. “Where did the fire go? Where is the passion? Where is the need? It’s like she doesn’t need or want me anymore. It’s like… whatever we have going on now is absolutely enough for her, which is insane! This is the same woman who begged me to give her a handjob in the movie theater because a piece of popcorn fell down my shirt and she couldn’t stop picturing my boobs!”
Sonya’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows lifted in amusement as she let her friend continue her rant.
“I used to ride her in the backseat of the car in the middle of the highway because she couldn’t wait to get home to be inside me.” Orm hissed, leaning forward conspiratorially. “She ate me out in the alley behind the restaurant where we had our first date, Sonya!”
Sonya snorted quietly and sipped her coffee, eyes wide with interest.
“And now? Now she asks ‘do you wanna have sex’ like she put that shit in her google calendar and just got the reminder and mounts me like an elderly man just wanting to get the deed done and go back to sleep.” Orm’s back hit the back of the chair again as she slumped, amber eyes narrowed at nothing in particular.
Sonya observed her friend of many many years for a second before opening her mouth, “Have you tried talking to her?”
Orm’s jaw clenched as she avoided eye contact.
“… Not yet.”
“I’ve heard communication does wonders.” Sonya mused, eyes dancing around the café.
“The last time I tried bringing it up, she shoved a piece of toast in my mouth, kissed me and then ran out saying something about being late and Trojan horses waiting in the stable.”
Sonya stared, speechless for a second. “Please tell me she doesn’t bring that IT lingo in the bedroom.”
“She hasn’t so far,” Orm said. “But at this point it wouldn’t surprise me if she does. She’s been treating sleeping with me more like a task.”
Orm’s face suddenly fell and she whined, “Have I gotten ugly?”
“What? Absolutely not!” Sonya immediately shut down the idea. “Don’t even go down that road, babe, you’re the same hot shot you’ve always been. In fact, you’re even hotter now, being late twenties has been doing wonders to you somehow.”
Orm smirked slightly, a bit of her spark coming right back at the compliment.
“But hey,” Sonya started nonchalantly, “Try talking to her. If she shuts you down again, I say operation Break Ling is a go.”
“Operation Break Ling?” Orm lifted a brow.
“Mhm,” a wide sinister grin started spreading across Sonya’s face. “Seduction is not going to cut it. We need something more. We need to reignite the spark.”
“We?”
“Of course. You’re the weapon, I’m the brain in this highly important and intricate plan.” Sonya said matter of factly. “You may not know that, but you happen to be talking with a sexpert.”
Orm blinked.
“A sexpert.”
“Yes. A sex expert, that’s a sexpert.” Sonya confirmed with pure confidence.
“Listen I may not have the ridiculous amount of stamina you two seem to be having going at it like rabbits every chance you had—“
“Not anymore.” Orm murmured disappointedly.
“But!” Sonya raised her voice, “I happen to be quite skilled in that department. No dry spells and not a singular complaint from anyone. Ask Lookmhee for feedback if you don’t believe me.”
“I think I’m fine.” Orm quickly said, nodding to further make her point.
“Okay so talk to me,” Sonya leaned back, one long leg slowly crossing over the other, her short summer dress riding up slightly at the movement. “From 1 to 10 how freaky would you say your bedroom activities were?”
“Uh, I don’t know, a solid 7.” Orm scratched the side of her neck, a faint blush coming up onto her cheeks.
“EEEP,” Sonya yelled out. “Wrong answer!”
A few people nearby turning their heads at the loud noise in bewildered curiosity.
“The answer should’ve been 10! It’s how you keep your partner interested, it’s how you surprise them. Okay, listen.” Sonya narrowed her eyes. “I’ll leave the details up to you and your dirty little imagination, but I want you to dig deep into your sexual fantasies, every little thing you’ve thought of doing and wanted to try but stopped yourself, because it was too much or too exposing, you find that… and you do it.”
Orm thought for a second about her friend’s words. Frankly there had been quite a few moments the past few years, recently more than ever, where she had wanted to do things with Ling. Things that would make even a seasoned pornstar blush. And while, before this whole ordeal, Ling had been extremely open in their sex life and trying new things, still Orm felt like those particular things would cross certain lines of comfort for Ling. So she never dared to ask. But now, considering the situation they are in… could it get any worse? Did what Sonya suggest actually have some substance in it?
“You’re thinking about it.” Sonya noted, a self-satisfied smirk growing on her lips.
“Well…” Orm started, fidgeting in her seat a little. “It’s not a terrible idea.”
“Yes, because it’s an amazing one. And it’s going to work.” Sonya hummed. “I’ve known Ling for years. She might be Mhee’s best friend, but I’ve been dragged to enough of their girl-bro beer nights where Ling has been sharing about her latest hook up before you two started dating, so I know she ain’t no saint. And I know she’s obsessed with you. So, I say you listen to the sexpert.”
Sonya lifted her iced caramel latte up and stirred it with her straw, the mischievous glint never leaving her eyes.
***
Orm’s second attempt at bringing up the topic was definitely better than the first, but it still ended in an absolute disaster.
She assessed the situation very carefully. Ling was watching some coding video on their TV in the living room, looking very relaxed and content after having eaten 2 entire servings of Khao Soi that she had gotten on her way home after work. Orm was still pushing around the rest of her food in her bowl, having gotten full. She observed her wife’s unbothered behavior from the dining table on the other side of the room as she muttered something about a Java and a Python.
How was this not affecting her? How come it’s been almost 3 weeks since Ling has last been inside her and she was just sitting there on their couch, toes wriggling where her legs were perched on the coffee table and talking to herself about ones and zeroes while her extremely sexually frustrated wife was seething at the dining table behind her dressed in only an oversized white shirt she borrowed from Ling’s side of the wardrobe. How was she not seeing Orm’s attempts at invoking a reaction? How was she just walking by her in the shower like Orm wasn’t standing there completely wet and ready to drop to her knees at a single word? Ling used to need to be touching Orm every 1 to 2 hours like she couldn’t breathe without her. And now… she seemed to be breathing just fine.
“Babe.”
“Mmm,” Ling hummed contently from the couch.
“Can I ask you something?” Orm slowly put down her utensils, straightening up in her chair.
“Of course, baby, what is it?” Ling answered immediately, eyes not leaving the TV screen.
“When was the last time you jerked off?”
Ling’s head immediately snapped to the side to look at Orm, eyes wide in shock.
“Well, that was the last question I expected to hear, not gonna lie.” Ling laughed a little in disbelief and turned back to the TV. “Where did that come from?”
“Are you not going to answer?” Orm tilted her head.
Ling shrugged nonchalantly, “I can’t remember, to be honest.”
“Are you sure?”
Ling chuckled and threw a confused glance at her wife. “Why would I lie, babe?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
Ling turned her head again, eyebrows narrowed in pure confusion.
“We haven’t had sex in 3 weeks.” Orm stated suddenly.
Ling looked like she was thinking back for a second, before her attention turned back to the TV, continuing to browse through her goddamn coding videos. “Oh? I thought it was more recently.”
“It wasn’t.” Orm deadpanned.
“Oh!” Ling twisted in her seat, grinning widely at Orm from the couch as if she just had the most brilliant idea. “Should we try to see how long we can hold out?”
Orm looked at her with absolute bewilderment, “No! We shouldn’t!”
The smile on Ling’s face quickly fell, being replaced by a pout, her bare face so closely resembling a sad puppy, Orm almost dropped the conversation to go comfort her.
“Don’t pout, Ling! This is serious!”
“I was serious, too. I thought it would be fun.” Ling returned back to her original position, idly playing with the TV remote.
“It’s not fun, not when the last time we had sex was 3 weeks ago!” Orm exclaimed, continuing to emphasize the period of celibacy they had reached.
“It’s not like we stopped doing it, babe” Ling casually threw out.
Orm gasped, scandalized at the statement. “We basically did.”
“Do you want to have sex right now?” Ling innocently asked.
“Yes! I mean – no! I’m trying to figure out why we haven’t done it in 3 weeks!” Orm spluttered.
“There is no reason.” Ling shrugged.
“There has to be. Do you not want to anymore?” Orm asked slumping back in her chair.
“Of course I do, baby.”
“Then why don’t we!” Orm exclaimed again, frustration reaching a boiling point.
Ling looked at her with the same unfiltered confusion again, looking more like a child not knowing why its being yelled at than anything else. “… but we do?”
“Ugh!” Orm stood up fast, chair screeching back on the floor. “Whatever, Ling, I’m going to bed.”
Orm stormed down the hall towards their bedroom, leaving an extremely confused Ling still sitting on the couch.
“Do you want me to come?”
“No!” Orm yelled out from down the hall and the bedroom door slammed closed, signaling the end of that… argument?
Ling scratched the back of her neck and turned back to the TV, wondering what she said wrong.
***
Operation Break Ling was officially a go.
Part of Orm was actually excited. But she was going to start with something simple, easy. Something familiar. Just to test the waters and see how Ling reacts.
It was a slow Saturday morning. Ling didn’t have to go to work. Neither did Orm. They had no plans for the day. They had the entire day to themselves and to Orm’s devious plan.
The sun had started streaking through the curtains a long time ago, warmth seeping into the small cozy bedroom, falling on the framed wedding photo on the nightstand on Ling’s side. Orm had been awake for a while, considering her options. Ling was still asleep, blissfully unaware of the thoughts swirling through her wife’s mind.
“Baby…” Orm whispered gently, turning to face the other woman.
Orm tried calling out again after Ling stirred slightly the first time. Her eyes slowly dragged down the body of her wife, watching as her chest rose and fell with every breath, the tiny cotton shirt clinging to her toned stomach and driving Orm slightly insane, thinking of the fact that the last time she got to touch them was more than 3 weeks ago. Her eyes dragged lower, noticing the slight bulge under the pajama pants Ling was wearing.
“Teerak,” Orm tried once again and this time Ling groaned slightly as she rolled over to face her, fighting the sleep still clinging to her so she can open her eyes.
“Baby… fuck me.” Orm muttered innocently.
Ling’s eyes snapped open in a second.
“Babe?”
Orm’s hand rose to gently cup Ling’s cheek, manicured fingers slightly scratching at Ling’s defined jawline as her hand dragged lower.
“Will you fuck me?”
“…Now?” Ling gulped, now completely awake.
“When else?” Orm quietly asked as she followed her own hand with her eyes, dragging past Ling’s neck and towards her chest.
“After I brush my teeth?” Ling weakly offered, gaze dropping to Orm’s delicate fingers trailing her body.
“I don’t care about that.”
“But I smell.”
“You brushed them last night.”
“I had a midnight snack.”
“I don’t care.”
“It was the dried fish from the other night.”
Orm’s eyes snapped up to Ling’s nervous ones, her hand pausing for a second. “Who snacks with dried fish?”
“We didn’t have anything else.” Ling swallowed, visibly nervous and a little turned on.
“It doesn’t matter, I don’t care.” Orm resumed her ministrations.
The hand on Ling’s chest continued lower, fingers flexing as she pushed against Ling’s shirt covered abs.
“Don’t you want to have breakfast first?” Ling tried again, but didn’t make any attempt to physically stop Orm’s wandering hand.
“You’re my breakfast.” Orm muttered, shuffling closer to her.
“I’m a little hungry.” Ling continued, avoiding Orm’s eyes.
“I’m right here.”
“I haven’t brushed my teeth, though.” Ling pulled slightly back when Orm’s nose touched hers.
Orm’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Can I blow you while you brush them?” Orm asked with a single raised eyebrow.
“I-I’ll be quick.” Ling stuttered out and gripped Orm’s shoulder as she once again attempted to close the distance between their faces.
“Why won’t you fuck me?”
“I-I will!”
“I want you to fuck me.” Orm tried again, narrowing her eyes in obvious frustration. “I need you to fuck me.”
“And I will!” Ling’s hand coming up with three fingers up, the other’s curled. “Scouts honor!”
Orm’s eyes went from Ling’s face to her hand and back again blinking in disbelief, her hand laying forgotten on her wife’s abdomen. Her wife had just scout honored to have sex with her.
“You know what,” Orm sighed and flopped on her back. “Just go brush your teeth, forget it.”
Ling looked guilty but also slightly relieved as she slipped quietly from the bed, trying and failing to hide the obvious hard on she was sporting.
Orm noticed and just groaned, trying to grasp why Ling wouldn’t just give in when she was very obviously affected by the entire situation.
***
The same situation had played out a couple of other times, every single time ending with Ling awkwardly turning Orm down and walking away with an obvious boner.
So Orm had decided. This ends tonight. Right now in fact. And she was going full out.
It was a Tuesday evening. Orm had cleaned up the dinner table and watched as Ling happily shuffled over to the couch to watch her favorite show. Orm had excused herself saying she was going to take a shower and Ling had absentmindedly acknowledged her. But Orm wasn’t just taking a shower. She was getting ready. She was going to make sure, Ling doesn’t even think about turning her down tonight and even more. She wasn’t going to be satisfied with just one orgasm. Because it had been too long. Far too long. And the sexual frustration has reached a point where Orm felt like she might crawl out of her own skin if Ling didn’t touch her.
“Teerak! Can you come help me with something?” Orm yelled out from the bedroom, as she nestled in the middle of the bed with absolutely nothing but a barely there black lacy lingerie. Blonde hair curled to absolute perfection and falling down her body, make up light but accentuating her amber eyes just the way Ling has said numerous times she loves.
“Coming!” Ling’s voice was heard from the living room before quiet footsteps followed.
“Oh I don’t think you will be.” Orm muttered under her breath, lifting her perfectly manicured hand to her face and carefully inspecting her nails, a devious smirk growing on her face.
The door to the bedroom flew open and Ling stood at the threshold in her black tee and loose gray sweatpants, long black hair gathered up in a ponytail and face clean of all make up.
“Is it a spider again, cause I swear there must be a nest somewhere in—“ Ling’s voice cut off mid-sentence.
Orm’s eyes snapped up to see Ling’s mouth open and close but no words come out.
“I told you last time.” Orm lazily started. “I want you to fuck me.”
Ling’s mouth snapped shut and she gulped as her eyes trailed down the expanse of Orm’s curvy body.
“But you didn’t.” Orm’s eyes returned to her nails. “So now I’m going to fuck myself. With you.”
Ling’s lips parted, but once again no sound came out. She stood at the door, rigid, her hands slowly curling into fists of self-restraint as she continued to watch Orm.
“If you have nothing to add, sit.” Orm ordered firmly, eyes sparkling with a dark glint. She slowly moved, started crawling down the bed until she kneeled on it at the foot.
“I said sit.” Orm repeated, head tilting a little.
Ling exhaled slowly and slowly unglued herself from her positon by the door, taking measured steps towards the bed, eyes slowly turning from surprised and nervous to something darker. Something a bit more confident and familiar.
“Where do you want me?” She asked once she had reached the foot of the bed, her voice low and velvet startling Orm for a second.
She had grown unused to that voice, that tone. She had become so accustomed to Ling being all awkward and nervous she had forgotten that Ling actually possessed this part. Dominant, in control.
“The bed.” Orm answered after a second, gathering her composure again. She won’t let this unforeseen turn of events interrupt her plan.
Ling followed the instruction calmly and sat on the bed on front of Orm with her back to her.
“Now what?” Ling inquired over her shoulder.
Orm leaned forward, just enough so her breath could be felt on the tip of Ling’s blushed ear and lowly said, “Now you shut up and let me use you.”