Wife: Husband, before you take my virginity, I need to you to play a role. I need to detect a sense of aggressiveness from you, in order to be in that mood.
Hyperactive: Istaqfurulaah. what could you have in mind?
Wife: You appear mild and soft spoken. Nothing wrong with that, you make a great husband I am sure. But for me, with my advance brain and taste, I need a scene of aggressiveness exhibited for me to be turned on.
Hyperactive: Walaal, do you know, consummation is meant to procreate. We are about to make a child and you are looking to play a sexual fantasy?
Wife: First of all, STOP calling me 'walaal'. I am not your walaal, If I am going to see your pen.is erect and penetrate me, the filial terms of endearment, doesn't work. Second of all, use words like Fu.ck or sex at least--instead of archaic shakespearan words of Consummation.
Hyperactive: Cajiib badaana.
Wife: I want you to grab my hair, slap me if you have to, roar like a lion, I want your eyes dead with passion and intention to hurt. A temporary insanity if you will. I want to be spanked, and I want you to order me to bite my pillow, to silence my noise for the sake of the neighbors. I want to see you in a state of raping mode, a beast of the beast. A sense of blood running through your vein. Tear apart my night gown if you have to. I want marks and pains interchanged with a transcendent rhythm of thrusts and slaps, and knock out, gently of course, but an act of vandalism on the body of a woman, bored with polite, calm, dull, religious cold man.
Hyperactive: Cough. Sneeze. God willing, I want a divorce.
