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MORENA
(PARTE 2 DE 2)
Traté de enderezarla, pero evidentemente el dolor se lo impedía, casi arrastrándose llego a uno de los cajones de la mesada, lo abrió y tomó un frasco de pastillas, sacó un par y las tragó de repente, le acerqué un vaso de agua y la ayudé a beber.
Estaba desconcertada, en esos momentos que una no sabe qué hacer, solo tomé el frasco y adiviné que era un poderoso calmante, recordaba haberlo visto entre todas las cosas que Milton manejaba.
En unos minutos las pastillas fueron haciendo efecto y Morena comenzó a recuperarse, los colores volvieron a su rostro y la situación pareció normalizarse.
Le pregunté si quería que llamara un médico, eran las dos de la mañana, pero tenía muchos colegas de mi esposo a los que podía acudir, ella sonrió y agradeció mi propuesta desestimándola.
Volvimos al comedor y nos sentamos frente a frente, ella quería contarme algo, y yo ahora quería saber, me tomó de las manos y me dijo con lágrimas en los ojos
Valeria, no sabía cómo decírtelo, si me preguntas… no quiero decírtelo…
Que pasa Morena…
Se encogió de hombros, bajó la mirada y en un susurró apenas unible dejó escapar entres sus labios
Tengo cáncer…
Qué? me estás jodiendo – no podía creer lo que escuchaba… -
Ojalá bromeara… ojalá…
Pero… que cáncer? Donde? Se puede tratar? Cuando te enteraste…
Preguntaba, solo preguntaba tirando una pregunta tras otra, sin dar tiempo a responder…
Ella volvió a sonreír, con una sonrisa resignada.
Bueno, hace un tiempo me encontraron células malignas en los pulmones, el cigarro, ya sabes, pero hace poco notaron que se propagó al páncreas y a la cabeza…
Pero… pero… se puede tratar, hablemos con Milton, él sabrá que hacer, seguro se puede hacer algo…
Valeria, Valeria! – cortó mis palabras para tomar el control y hacer que yo prestara atención – escuchaste donde lo tengo? de verdad crees que se puede hacer algo?
No puedo creerlo… y cuánto tiempo te dan?
Como máximo… dos años…
Morena tomó un nuevo cigarro, lo encendió y dio una profunda pitada, ese puto cigarro que la llevaba a la tumba, me enojé con ella, se lo arranqué de la boca y lo tiré al piso, quería abrazarla y quería golpearla… no sabía qué hacer, me puse a llorar como una chiquilla…
Ella se acercó y me abrazó, me contuvo acariciándome el cabello, me dijo que no llorara, que no la hiciera poner mal, mi cabeza estaba apoyada en su pecho, sentía latir su corazón y sus pulmones llenarse de aire, Morena, Morena… cuantas veces le había dicho que no fumara…
I felt desires to make love to her, but how to say it, she would think I was doing it out of pity, compassion, a consolation prize for someone who had lived in love with me and I couldn't respond. Only kissed her breast, near the neck, getting drunk on her perfume, she didn't say anything, and again and once more, and another kiss on her pear, reached her lips, felt her agitated breathing, after years we kissed each other again, her tongue invaded my mouth, her mouth with my mouth, and her lips pressed mine so vehemently that I noticed how much desire and contained passion she had, her woman's kisses tasted like love, a mix of reunion and goodbye...
She said to me
Do you know I love you, I always loved you... but I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do, I don't want your pity... Don't be silly, I'm here because I want it and I do what I do because I like it, let's play this game, like we used to...
We kissed passionately, brunette began to play with my nipples, over the bra and shirt, I observed her dress, discreetly, her nipples marked through the rough fabric, felt desires and without stopping kissing her lips with one hand I slid a finger of those golden chain clasps down her arm, slowly, very slowly, repeated the movement on the other side until naturally the dress fell to her waist leaving her torso exposed, her medium-sized breasts remained defenseless before my eyes, her nipples had enlarged and in her agitated breathing I could feel desire.
She remained with her eyes closed, waiting for my movements and I passed slowly over her dark skin with the tips of my fingers, from her neck down to her white breasts that contrasted because they hadn't been exposed to the sun in the recent summer.
I caressed her nipples softly giving her sweet pinches, then went with my tongue... Slowly, as if it were a frozen cream, leaving a trail of saliva behind them, brunette contracted instinctively and lost her grip on sanity, passing her own tongue over her dry lips. She soon stretched out and returned to kissing me, deeply with a woman's kiss.
She got up beside me, the dress now naturally falling to the floor, revealing the perfection of her curves, barely cut off by that sinful thong, over those slut boots.
Then she led me to the bedroom, in silence, without words, one by one removing my clothes until I was completely naked. She arranged some generous-sized pillows, made me recline in a way that left me semi-seated, went to one of the dresser drawers and pulled out some handkerchiefs, looked at me and said...
By old times…
She took one of the silk handkerchiefs and tied it around my wrists, securing it to the headboard of the bed, with just a simple tug I could have freed myself, but I wanted to play the game she was inviting me to play.
She took the second to cover my eyes, canceling my vision, leaving me at her mercy.
Play?
Asked, knowing my response in advance.
The heels of her boots told me she was leaving the room, and later I also guessed her return. She sat beside me and gave me a kiss so deep it made me wet again, then got up and started passing something over my lips, I didn't know what it was because she was taking care to provoke me and not let me, every time I stretched out she would move it away.
Finally, she let me sink my teeth into a delicious apple, the juice flowed between my lips and she licked it with her tongue, damn...
The fruit of sin... - she said
Then it was the turn of another fruit, a banana, and with it she played at having me lick it, but not bite it, in a phallic game, in the absence of a man, it was the closest thing to a penis, we laughed complicitly...
The men should go crazy with you my love... We laughed again. I opened my mouth - she said it. Like a waterfall, the juice of an orange poured into my mouth, but it was too much, and it dripped all over my body, neck, breasts, abdomen, imagine how I was, I think I would have ended up that moment if we had just touched, my clitoris seemed to explode...
Do you like grapes? - she asked then.
I didn't respond, only felt her coming closer to me, she pressed her lips to mine, and we were barely separated by a yummy grape, we shared it, so sexy, so sweet, our mouths sharing that small fruit, and another one, and another one, her fingers abused me and started squeezing my sticky nipples, I began to moan, contract, not be able to take it, my first orgasm came, as tasty and sweet as that grape...
Enough brunette, you're torturing me...
I just implored, although I secretly loved what she was doing, only separated for a few seconds and felt her uncorking the wine I had brought...
This tastes too exquisite to leave in the refrigerator...
Again she made me open my mouth and poured the tip into my lips, only spilling it with calculated skill so that I could taste some of it and have the rest spill out, the cold drink slid down my skin, over my breasts, over my stomach, over my vagina, ripping off uncontrollable shivers, my nipples hardened as a reflex, and again her tongue, her warm tongue tracing my body, starting from my neck, passing through my breasts, then my belly, until she settled between my legs.
Damn brunette, she was there, I couldn't see her, I couldn't touch her, but my tied hands prevented it, but I twisted in desire and pleasure...
Finally the tip of her tongue slid over my lips, circling my clitoris, and again, and another one, and each time was a sigh, she noticed it, I implored...
Please... just do it...
But she only went down a little more... and she put her mouth on my moistened volcano with nectar of love, for a few moments, then she got up and kissed me deeply, I felt my own taste on her lips, it was exciting, she separated to whisper to me...
Do you like it? Do you want more?
And I stretched my mouth in vain, trying to catch her in the air, but she was no longer there, brunette had buried herself again in my sex to drink my juices and return to my mouth, and again and once more, to now cling to my clitoris, she was a woman and knew what a woman liked, damn... I couldn't remember how beautiful it was, my contractions arrived, my spasms, my cheeks burned, I exploded between screams and moans, without caring about anything, perfect...
She removed my blindfold and released my restraints, looked at me with love, with joy for having achieved the objective, came over me, kissed me again, I went to lick her breasts, we rolled around on the bed in interminable passion, tangled our hair and linked our gazes, kissed her neck, she caressed my buttocks, my legs, told me she wanted to love me, for the last time, as never before and in those words, I noted that she was saying goodbye, filled with bitter emotion and muffled her words with my mouth, pressing my lips to hers, with those kisses so big and strong they make your lips hurt...
And between those turns, our legs crossed, our sexes joined, took an active role and held her against the bed, started caressing my pubis against hers, slowly, very slowly, back and forth, looking at each other reciprocally in an unwritten challenge to see who could hold out the longest gaze, increased the speed little by little, felt the rubbing of her clitoris against mine, she started to twist, stopped looking at me and closed her eyes, that precious postal made her drag me into her whirlwind of pleasure, it was perfect, we both almost ended in sync, moaning, sharing pleasure, love between women... the moment culminate, the climax, the perfect moment, we only looked at each other, with those gazes that don't need words, our breasts continued to be agitated by the orgasms lived, sweat ran down her skin, also down mine, it was like speaking without words, she came closer and kissed me again, with those deep and unique kisses that only women can give each other, her sweaty breasts paid homage to mine, her nipples rubbed against mine, it was so unique, so majestic...
We kept playing all night, without stopping, without rest until the first rays of the rising sun surprised us by slipping timidly through the curtains of the window...
We were exhausted, drunk on a night of pleasure, both naked, completely naked...
The brunette lay on her side, and I behind her, resting my chest on her back, kissing her neck, caressing her skin, feeling her buttocks pressed against my hip, she seemed to curl up, making herself into a ball against my body, as if seeking my protection, then I felt her sobbing, like a child, all she said was...
Hug me... I'm very scared...
I didn't know what to do, what to say, I could only hug her, as tightly as I could, and my tears flowed uncontrollably...
I stayed with her the next day, and more than lovers we were friends...
When Milton returned from Europe, we talked about it, of course, for the brunette was only my friend, just that, he saw the studies, spoke to colleagues, it was useless, there wasn't much to do...
Time passed, little later I would find out I was pregnant, what news, and the joy of seeing my belly grow rapidly contrasted with the sadness of seeing my friend die slowly...
And our baby was born, Milton agreed to my request, calling her brunette, like my friend...
The brunette left one afternoon in September, on a perfect day with sun, beautiful, without any cloud, in an impecable sky... A day for lovers, like that love I could never give him...
I remember her with nostalgia, so young, so much to live...
You can write me at 'brunette' title to dulces.placeres@live.com
http://www.poringa.net/posts/imagenes/4084661/Mi-amada-esposa.html
No te vas a arrepentir!
MORENA
(PARTE 2 DE 2)
Traté de enderezarla, pero evidentemente el dolor se lo impedía, casi arrastrándose llego a uno de los cajones de la mesada, lo abrió y tomó un frasco de pastillas, sacó un par y las tragó de repente, le acerqué un vaso de agua y la ayudé a beber.
Estaba desconcertada, en esos momentos que una no sabe qué hacer, solo tomé el frasco y adiviné que era un poderoso calmante, recordaba haberlo visto entre todas las cosas que Milton manejaba.
En unos minutos las pastillas fueron haciendo efecto y Morena comenzó a recuperarse, los colores volvieron a su rostro y la situación pareció normalizarse.
Le pregunté si quería que llamara un médico, eran las dos de la mañana, pero tenía muchos colegas de mi esposo a los que podía acudir, ella sonrió y agradeció mi propuesta desestimándola.
Volvimos al comedor y nos sentamos frente a frente, ella quería contarme algo, y yo ahora quería saber, me tomó de las manos y me dijo con lágrimas en los ojos
Valeria, no sabía cómo decírtelo, si me preguntas… no quiero decírtelo…
Que pasa Morena…
Se encogió de hombros, bajó la mirada y en un susurró apenas unible dejó escapar entres sus labios
Tengo cáncer…
Qué? me estás jodiendo – no podía creer lo que escuchaba… -
Ojalá bromeara… ojalá…
Pero… que cáncer? Donde? Se puede tratar? Cuando te enteraste…
Preguntaba, solo preguntaba tirando una pregunta tras otra, sin dar tiempo a responder…
Ella volvió a sonreír, con una sonrisa resignada.
Bueno, hace un tiempo me encontraron células malignas en los pulmones, el cigarro, ya sabes, pero hace poco notaron que se propagó al páncreas y a la cabeza…
Pero… pero… se puede tratar, hablemos con Milton, él sabrá que hacer, seguro se puede hacer algo…
Valeria, Valeria! – cortó mis palabras para tomar el control y hacer que yo prestara atención – escuchaste donde lo tengo? de verdad crees que se puede hacer algo?
No puedo creerlo… y cuánto tiempo te dan?
Como máximo… dos años…
Morena tomó un nuevo cigarro, lo encendió y dio una profunda pitada, ese puto cigarro que la llevaba a la tumba, me enojé con ella, se lo arranqué de la boca y lo tiré al piso, quería abrazarla y quería golpearla… no sabía qué hacer, me puse a llorar como una chiquilla…
Ella se acercó y me abrazó, me contuvo acariciándome el cabello, me dijo que no llorara, que no la hiciera poner mal, mi cabeza estaba apoyada en su pecho, sentía latir su corazón y sus pulmones llenarse de aire, Morena, Morena… cuantas veces le había dicho que no fumara…
I felt desires to make love to her, but how to say it, she would think I was doing it out of pity, compassion, a consolation prize for someone who had lived in love with me and I couldn't respond. Only kissed her breast, near the neck, getting drunk on her perfume, she didn't say anything, and again and once more, and another kiss on her pear, reached her lips, felt her agitated breathing, after years we kissed each other again, her tongue invaded my mouth, her mouth with my mouth, and her lips pressed mine so vehemently that I noticed how much desire and contained passion she had, her woman's kisses tasted like love, a mix of reunion and goodbye...She said to me
Do you know I love you, I always loved you... but I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do, I don't want your pity... Don't be silly, I'm here because I want it and I do what I do because I like it, let's play this game, like we used to...
We kissed passionately, brunette began to play with my nipples, over the bra and shirt, I observed her dress, discreetly, her nipples marked through the rough fabric, felt desires and without stopping kissing her lips with one hand I slid a finger of those golden chain clasps down her arm, slowly, very slowly, repeated the movement on the other side until naturally the dress fell to her waist leaving her torso exposed, her medium-sized breasts remained defenseless before my eyes, her nipples had enlarged and in her agitated breathing I could feel desire.
She remained with her eyes closed, waiting for my movements and I passed slowly over her dark skin with the tips of my fingers, from her neck down to her white breasts that contrasted because they hadn't been exposed to the sun in the recent summer.
I caressed her nipples softly giving her sweet pinches, then went with my tongue... Slowly, as if it were a frozen cream, leaving a trail of saliva behind them, brunette contracted instinctively and lost her grip on sanity, passing her own tongue over her dry lips. She soon stretched out and returned to kissing me, deeply with a woman's kiss.
She got up beside me, the dress now naturally falling to the floor, revealing the perfection of her curves, barely cut off by that sinful thong, over those slut boots.
Then she led me to the bedroom, in silence, without words, one by one removing my clothes until I was completely naked. She arranged some generous-sized pillows, made me recline in a way that left me semi-seated, went to one of the dresser drawers and pulled out some handkerchiefs, looked at me and said...
By old times…
She took one of the silk handkerchiefs and tied it around my wrists, securing it to the headboard of the bed, with just a simple tug I could have freed myself, but I wanted to play the game she was inviting me to play.
She took the second to cover my eyes, canceling my vision, leaving me at her mercy.
Play?
Asked, knowing my response in advance.
The heels of her boots told me she was leaving the room, and later I also guessed her return. She sat beside me and gave me a kiss so deep it made me wet again, then got up and started passing something over my lips, I didn't know what it was because she was taking care to provoke me and not let me, every time I stretched out she would move it away.
Finally, she let me sink my teeth into a delicious apple, the juice flowed between my lips and she licked it with her tongue, damn...
The fruit of sin... - she said
Then it was the turn of another fruit, a banana, and with it she played at having me lick it, but not bite it, in a phallic game, in the absence of a man, it was the closest thing to a penis, we laughed complicitly...
The men should go crazy with you my love... We laughed again. I opened my mouth - she said it. Like a waterfall, the juice of an orange poured into my mouth, but it was too much, and it dripped all over my body, neck, breasts, abdomen, imagine how I was, I think I would have ended up that moment if we had just touched, my clitoris seemed to explode...Do you like grapes? - she asked then.
I didn't respond, only felt her coming closer to me, she pressed her lips to mine, and we were barely separated by a yummy grape, we shared it, so sexy, so sweet, our mouths sharing that small fruit, and another one, and another one, her fingers abused me and started squeezing my sticky nipples, I began to moan, contract, not be able to take it, my first orgasm came, as tasty and sweet as that grape...
Enough brunette, you're torturing me...
I just implored, although I secretly loved what she was doing, only separated for a few seconds and felt her uncorking the wine I had brought...
This tastes too exquisite to leave in the refrigerator...
Again she made me open my mouth and poured the tip into my lips, only spilling it with calculated skill so that I could taste some of it and have the rest spill out, the cold drink slid down my skin, over my breasts, over my stomach, over my vagina, ripping off uncontrollable shivers, my nipples hardened as a reflex, and again her tongue, her warm tongue tracing my body, starting from my neck, passing through my breasts, then my belly, until she settled between my legs.
Damn brunette, she was there, I couldn't see her, I couldn't touch her, but my tied hands prevented it, but I twisted in desire and pleasure...
Finally the tip of her tongue slid over my lips, circling my clitoris, and again, and another one, and each time was a sigh, she noticed it, I implored...
Please... just do it...
But she only went down a little more... and she put her mouth on my moistened volcano with nectar of love, for a few moments, then she got up and kissed me deeply, I felt my own taste on her lips, it was exciting, she separated to whisper to me...
Do you like it? Do you want more?
And I stretched my mouth in vain, trying to catch her in the air, but she was no longer there, brunette had buried herself again in my sex to drink my juices and return to my mouth, and again and once more, to now cling to my clitoris, she was a woman and knew what a woman liked, damn... I couldn't remember how beautiful it was, my contractions arrived, my spasms, my cheeks burned, I exploded between screams and moans, without caring about anything, perfect...
She removed my blindfold and released my restraints, looked at me with love, with joy for having achieved the objective, came over me, kissed me again, I went to lick her breasts, we rolled around on the bed in interminable passion, tangled our hair and linked our gazes, kissed her neck, she caressed my buttocks, my legs, told me she wanted to love me, for the last time, as never before and in those words, I noted that she was saying goodbye, filled with bitter emotion and muffled her words with my mouth, pressing my lips to hers, with those kisses so big and strong they make your lips hurt...
And between those turns, our legs crossed, our sexes joined, took an active role and held her against the bed, started caressing my pubis against hers, slowly, very slowly, back and forth, looking at each other reciprocally in an unwritten challenge to see who could hold out the longest gaze, increased the speed little by little, felt the rubbing of her clitoris against mine, she started to twist, stopped looking at me and closed her eyes, that precious postal made her drag me into her whirlwind of pleasure, it was perfect, we both almost ended in sync, moaning, sharing pleasure, love between women... the moment culminate, the climax, the perfect moment, we only looked at each other, with those gazes that don't need words, our breasts continued to be agitated by the orgasms lived, sweat ran down her skin, also down mine, it was like speaking without words, she came closer and kissed me again, with those deep and unique kisses that only women can give each other, her sweaty breasts paid homage to mine, her nipples rubbed against mine, it was so unique, so majestic...
We kept playing all night, without stopping, without rest until the first rays of the rising sun surprised us by slipping timidly through the curtains of the window...
We were exhausted, drunk on a night of pleasure, both naked, completely naked...
The brunette lay on her side, and I behind her, resting my chest on her back, kissing her neck, caressing her skin, feeling her buttocks pressed against my hip, she seemed to curl up, making herself into a ball against my body, as if seeking my protection, then I felt her sobbing, like a child, all she said was...
Hug me... I'm very scared...
I didn't know what to do, what to say, I could only hug her, as tightly as I could, and my tears flowed uncontrollably...
I stayed with her the next day, and more than lovers we were friends...
When Milton returned from Europe, we talked about it, of course, for the brunette was only my friend, just that, he saw the studies, spoke to colleagues, it was useless, there wasn't much to do...
Time passed, little later I would find out I was pregnant, what news, and the joy of seeing my belly grow rapidly contrasted with the sadness of seeing my friend die slowly...
And our baby was born, Milton agreed to my request, calling her brunette, like my friend...
The brunette left one afternoon in September, on a perfect day with sun, beautiful, without any cloud, in an impecable sky... A day for lovers, like that love I could never give him...
I remember her with nostalgia, so young, so much to live...
You can write me at 'brunette' title to dulces.placeres@live.com
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