This small story, inspired by yours, is dedicated to the dear @BigWomanNQN for being so Woman, for transmitting us so much, humor, joy, sorrows, passion...but never going unnoticed.
That AfternoonThat hot afternoon my nerves were betraying me. If you had lent me the slightest attention, you would have noticed how strange my behavior was during these vacations, every step I took, the tremble of my voice, the phone that I couldn't tear myself away from, everything was so obvious to me.
But nothing caught your attention, not even when I ate... or went out shopping alone for the second or third time... or instead of going to the beach chose to lock myself in a mall.
That day, again, after simulating lunch, I locked myself in the bathroom and gave myself a long shower, preparing my skin and mind for him.
You didn't seem to find it strange that I was acting this way. Meanwhile, in my mind, emotions were mixing: a little annoyance at being so indifferent to you, a little guilt for deceiving you like that.
My encounter with him would be in minutes, just one block away from home. The hotel where we would take refuge for two hours, faithful witness to our lust, was only one block further...
I left while you were sleeping the siesta, barely crossing the threshold, the feeling of guilt that accompanied me early disappeared without a trace.
He and I arrived together at the agreed-upon corner, quickly got in the car, and in less than five minutes we were alone.
We kissed longingly, standing up, face to face, his hands tracing my back, my waist, which he gripped with force like only he knows.
I wanted to explore it all, not miss the opportunity to caress and kiss every inch of his familiar, yearned-for skin.
I took off his shirt and caressed his shoulders while telling him how much I like it, how much it warms me up. Do you understand? Those things that he doesn't hear or say anymore...
Without realizing it, I had undressed almost completely; he was reveling in my breasts, telling me how much he likes them, what he dreams of me. He slid his hand under mine towards my moisture and smiled at me, saying: Come here, let yourself be taken away.
He led me to the edge of the bed and, kneeling on the floor, savored me on... a unique form, special, giving me more orgasms in those moments than you have had in the last years. I begged him, asked him to take me, to possess me with that true passion you once also had. And he did it, by God, he did it, in all the forms we could think of. He passed from being a delicate lover to a wild master, from begging to imposing, from asking to demanding, from giving to receiving. He and I were aware at that moment that we were starting something, that it wasn't going to be the first or last time, that from then on our lives would have an extra seasoning... There are days when I don't convince myself that you don't suspect anything, I think you must intuite something, at least you should realize my change, of course, if you mattered to me. Meanwhile, he and I enjoy ourselves every time we can escape and live glorious moments in which I feel beautiful and desired...
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Pocos pueden apreciar la belleza de las mujeres
Gracias por compartir.
Angie te deja Besos y Lamiditas !!!
La mejor forma de agradecer la buena onda que se recibe es comentando, al menos al que te comenta. Yo comenté tu post, vos comentaste el mío?
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
Celebro su homenaje a @BigWomanNQN, de sobra merecido...
Gracias a ambas por darnos tanto 😘
deseada siempre te vas a sentir.... lady..... y en sintesis.... que mujer no es deseada.... !!!! asi como yo te deseo.... creo que hay miles deseandote...!!!
Excelente relato, me llego por que estoy en la misma situación.
Te dejo reco y mis últimos puntos
y lamentablemente se puede caer en esa estupides
besos misko 😘 😘
no sobran palabras para lo que escribiste mejor imposible !!!!!!!!
Como siempre...
Gracias por compartir
¿De dar a recibir? Decime que no le rompiste el culo al pobre hombre 😞
Fuera bromas. Lindo relato, muchos pueden pensar que es un reproche a la pareja que no le presta atención, pero para mi es un reproche a la vida misma, es, mas que nada, animarse a vivir, es quererse a uno mismo por puro capricho, un capricho que esta mas que justificado, y claro, vivir también se trata de eso, de encapricharse en ser felices.