Married for 10 years, my daughter is 7 years old. My husband is almost 42, three years older than me. We used to have sex every night before conceiving our daughter. After I got pregnant, my desire grew stronger and stronger—I craved rope bondage, blindfolds, handcuffs, car sex, anything I could get my hands on. But my role as a mother completely buried those desires. No matter how much I begged or insulted him, my husband showed no interest in penetration or even oral. Even when I tried to stimulate him, he wouldn't cum—just pulled his pants back up and walked away. Burning with uncontrollable lust, I had no choice but to satisfy myself alone, handling housework while secretly pleasuring my aching body. It was proof of the cold reality: my relationship with my husband was already over.