I love my tits too! / Sexlessly satisfied

I survived day one of the no-sex contract. I actually went to sleep (not until after I bugged the bf for a solid 10 minutes, hoping he'd give in) while wondering whythef*& does he keep his briefs on in bed?!

"Becuz ima never-nude," he mumbled, his head sandwiched between two pillows to tune out my whining. Ok, so maybe I was thinking outloud. And of course, he was just joshing. I enjoy myself waaay too much when he walks around naked all day at home. It's like, if I were a guy, I'd have a perma-hardon 24/7 around him. That's how unfair it is. He's a perma-tease on my hypothetically perma-hardon.

"It's not fair...I should get to have sex with you whenever I want! That's the whole point of being in an exclusive, committed relationship! You're my sexbot!" I whined, sidling up my butt closer to his nether region. Then, I did what I always do before I give up for the night. I grabbed his hand and made him cup my boob. Just one. That's usually all it takes.

"Wow, they've gotten smaller..." a suprised and muffled voice exclaimed. I pouted...maybe I shouldn'tve blasted those bikini contest winners afterall, I thought to myself. Then again, I'd rather have a hot face and a gross body than have a gross face and a hot body.

Why? Simple logic: I can workoff that gross body and turn it into a hot body to match my equally hot face. If you're a butterface, there's really no hope in hell unless you're willing to fork over six figures for a series of nips, tucks and plows.

"Really? Do you notice a big difference?", I asked. Last time I checked, I was a decent 36C. Lately it's just been this one ghetto bra I got from Wal-Mart that I'm too lazy to put away and leave hanging out on the night table.

"No, not a big one. You have great tits, baby. I really love your tits, " came the voice from under the pillows.

And just like that, I went to sleep sexless but satisfied.