Unwilling

The Hedonic treadmill was the observed tendency in humans to return to a relatively stable level of happiness. Daphne's hope was that the constant of her Hedonic treadmill would reach… a different constant. She knew she was depressed because of how different she felt as compared to how she used to feel in her young adulthood. Her 'lows' were much lower than they had ever been, and she rarely ever had any 'highs' as of late. In her predicament, she had been trying to be as logical as she could.

Daphne had not been much of a sex fan initially. Sex with Anton was nothing special to remember, she had read a lot on the subject well before she even started her sex life. As such, after losing her virginity, and even though she had not been impressed, she came to realize that she would be privy to slight mood shifts where she would get easily irritated if she did not have any sexual activities for a long time.

This was a recent realization; one she had come to, due to her research on the subject. Her previous inquiries in regards to sex; the ones before she had had sex; were mostly on what to be aware of, what to avoid and things of similar nature. Back then, she had even made Anton undergo a full health checkup before she agreed to be with him.

Her previous lack of enthusiasm for the act was also why it took her so long to accept that the lack of sex might be a cause for her currently imbalanced emotional life.

After being depressed for years; years where she had buried herself in activities of all sorts, where she had always kept her brain busy; Daphne had come to an annoying realization; sex was a good stress reliever and it could balance out her mood. She would be less irritated and critical about EVERYTHING. She did not want to accept this train of thought and had avoided it obsessively, but the more she did the more it popped up in her mind, like a virus.

Daphne kind of wanted to cry at some point. The only reason she had been becoming more sexually frustrated was because she had been looking up the subject. Ignorance was bliss. Since she had not thought of sex as a solution, she was unaware that she might have been slightly sexually frustrated. But as time passed, and with all the magical things she kept reading about sex, her sexual frustration just kept getting worse and worse.

Back in university, she had many reasons to be stressed. Her father made her become buried in an enormous amount of schoolwork; she was becoming upset with her inability to form lasting friendships; the way people were either lustful or envious of her was also a constant annoyance… but even then, she had not felt as low as she was feeling now.

Daphne was also unwilling to keep drooling over random men's bodies, it was messing with her pride to act and feel that way. Since she found out that Ezra was not against it, and with him being such a deliciously drool worthy man… and with him being her husband… Daphne simply wanted to jump the man. Right. At. That. Moment.

Unwilling to let time pass with no action had, after the two of them just sat there in silence for who knows how long; Daphne cupped her left hand to Ezra's face again, and pulled the man's face towards her with force.

Ezra had his eyes closed, all in his attempt to not look upon her face and become swayed.

But while he was trying to compose himself, he suddenly felt Daphne pull his face forward and felt her lips crash onto his.

Daphne had given Ezra a kiss with her mouth slightly open, her lips leaving his lips reluctantly, almost as if they were unwilling to be separated from his thinner, but deliciously soft lips.

After that one kiss, Daphne had wanted to wait and see Ezra's reaction, but as soon as she had acted, she wanted more.

Not even a second after that one kiss, Ezra got kissed again, from a different angle.

In order to fully enjoy her delicacy, Daphne had closed her eyes and started to pepper Ezra's luscious lips with slow, open mouth kisses. She would, at times, lick his lips in order to make the sensation of their lips parting more poignant due to the stickiness slight moisture offered, and she loved the way, when she pulled back, her lips would slowly peel away from his.

While her face looked feverish and lustful, Ezra's face looked like he was in pain.

His hands were still and stiff. He wanted to ball them into fists in order to redirect his emotions and help him keep a lid of his desires.