No Diving Zone

Okay, so I get home yesterday from running errands, and I'd had a relatively shitty day off, and I hadn't eaten all day, so I was starving. My husband's already home from work, and he asked what I wanted for dinner. I said I was having tuna and fruit (I'm counting calories again), and that he could have whatever he wanted. He then proceeded to drag me to the bedroom and say he was going to have me. He then proceeds to strip me done and go down on me, then we start fucking. It was amazing, to say the least, but after the endorphins and serotin wore off after I came, I went back to being kinda down. So I start fixing my dinner and he warms himself up some pizza, and we settle in for the Hell's Kitchen season finale, which was great. Then we went did laundry, hung out with my apartment manager/neighbor and her boyfriend for a while, then came back inside. By this time it's about, oh, I'd say 11:15p, and my husband decides he wants to go at it again. That's fine, and I'm grateful he wants me again, especially considering the dryspell we've been having lately, but he just wants to dive right in without any foreplay. Um, 'scuse me, no. My body doesn't work that way. He wanted a wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am, and my vagoo was not having it, so I stopped him because, duh, it was hurting. So he copped at attitude and we started fighting about it. Fighting! About sex! He was mad because he just wanted to get off, and I was mad because I needed a little more attention than just a quick fuck, because women are the recipients of the pounding and the friction, and we get sore. Guys seem to forget this. I ended up sleeping on the couch, because I didn't feel like dealing with his attitude. I know what you're thinking: he should've been the one to sleep on the couch because he caused the problem. Yes, I completely agree, but I know that he wasn't going to move, and I also know that I had to work today, and if I'd stayed in there, I wouldn't have gotten any sleep. However, I did forget to take my Zyrtec last night before bed, and the cat was kind of locked in the living room with me, so he slept with me. I'm allergic to cats. Yeah. Today sucked.