My husband is a hunter and impotent

My husband is a hunter and impotent. Not just with me, I found out. A couple of misfires and he left big sex altogether.
There's nothing to say about me. I've been sharing a cold bed alone for three years now.
It's hard. My blood is still pumping, and sometimes I'm chilled, ticklish, and want to have bodily
of bodily pleasures. I cannot leave my husband. I have a principle, and it is a small world. I do not want,
I don't want the gossips whispering behind my back. And Georgie got into hunting after he stopped being a man...
after he stopped being a man. He took his aggression off there. He'd go away for
a week or two, and killed roe deer, boars, bears. He'd come back...
a hog. His eyes were full of blood. It seemed that he still had power. Here's he'd take me down and take me by force. He didn't. Locked himself in the kitchen and drank vodka
and drank vodka. If he thaws out a bit, then he'll talk to me.
Ten days ago he came back very angry. I understood from the stories that he had been worn out by an experienced bear cub. He'd been tracking her for several days, catching up with her.
He threw the carcass into the garden and started skinning it. Terrible
sight! It was moaning and spitting blood all over the place. It's like he's getting revenge
for something. I couldn't stand it and came closer. Oleg glared at me.
and then he grabbed me by the arm. He pushed me right to the ground, and threw
and threw his bloody skin on me. I almost threw up! My dress was soaked with blood...
and the spirit of the beast's blood clogging up my throat. I started to choke, but I couldn't get out.
I can not get out the skin pressed, and Oleg crawling behind me. At first I didn't
understand what he wanted. Then I felt him pulling up my dress and tearing my panties
"Open your legs, I said!"
The stubborn bear had awakened the man in him. He wasn't thinking about me
He wasn't thinking about me at the time. When his "friend" rose up, he went all the way
...and he came at me with all his might. I screamed in pain. Oleg put his bloody palm over my mouth
my mouth and went on with his work. It hurt, it disgusted me, but what could I do against
against such power? I should be glad that a man could do it. But I couldn't
I couldn't relax, I couldn't enjoy it! I endured it, while Oleg was beating me
all over me. As if I was in the clutches of a bear. He scratched me all over, crumpled me up.
He twitched on me a few more times and then fell off like a sucking mosquito. And me,
I crawled home, trampled. I looked in the mirror, and I was scared.
blood and dirt, black bruises on my thighs, chest and face.
I didn't leave the house for a week, so no one would see what my husband
did to me. And Oleg did not even ask for forgiveness. That night he left for the hunt.
He found his cure for impotence. It creeps me out. He'll come back and...
and catch me again, like a bear, and rape me.