It was one of those mornings in which one is not in a good mood, Just after a week of long faces and endless silences, m

It was one of those mornings in which one is not in a good mood, Just after a week of long faces and endless silences, michel and I was getting ready to work, each of us repeated his daily routine without disturbing the each other, as in a boring dance of obligations. We say goodbye with a cold kiss almost without looking at each other, I can't even remember the color of his shirt or the way he combed his hair, and to think that there were days when those goodbyes mornings hurt so much that when I kissed him I didn't want to take my tongue off His to take his flavor with me and help me get through the day without him. When I return home in the afternoon before him, I eat every Thursday. I started to organize and clean our little nest it is small but it has everything in it your place. I made dinner and started cleaning everything at once as always...now almost when I finished I started to fill the bathtub to take a hot bath before have dinner and leave the bathroom free for when Michel arrived and he had the bathroom free between now and then and organize everything here and there as if on autopilot while my mind wandered remembering when we were happy, when with just Listening to his insinuating voice, my nipples hardened with desire, thinking that We had time talking without communicating and without making love as in a principle. And my mind told me that maybe he didn't love me anymore, that maybe There was someone else in her life, who squeezed her sex, who slurped her juices, who He kissed her lips ardently. And right at that moment, as if it were a signal The phone rang on the other side of the house, I ran to answer it as if waiting for a answer to my questions. I only heard noises of people and they hung up... my mind began to trigger obsessive thoughts... I thought about that OTHER, that woman who I'm sure I stole his affection, his nocturnal desires, his desire to suck it all up,. I tried to erase those thoughts by scrubbing the floor harder, my body sweaty, it completely stuck to the clothes he was carrying, in the living room mirror I could see how my body was transparent and since I was not wearing underwear I could take an inventory of everything I tried to find a reason for your attitude. Could it be that he doesn't like my breasts anymore? Maybe my buttocks are not there where they shouldmight be that myahhhhhhh I don't know...I didn't know what to think when he came back the phone ringing... being closer I picked it up quickly... again no one spoke But this time I waited longer before hanging up. I felt horrendous indignation with fury, it only occurred to me I ripped the telephone cable out of the wall and sat on the living room couch... I couldn't take it anymore I burst into tears.. I remembered the kisses, the caresses, everything he gave me every time. night and every moment... as if I were saying goodbye to everything... as if I wanted to record in my mind every sensation every feeling of his tongue on my erect clitoris every bite on my neck every squeeze of my buttocks at that moment I heard a noise. It was a noise of WATER!!! Gosh the bathtub, I had forgotten it I ran towards the bathroom but it was too late... I turned off the water but everything was already flooded... the water I ran everywhere it was the last straw I sat on the floor wet. And I cried desperatelynow I was dirty, sweaty and wet. AND alone.very alone My own sobs didn't let me hear that Michel had came home and when he heard my crying he went to the bathroom and asked very worried about what was happening... I am now also embarrassed by all that disaster alone I could continue crying he came in and knelt next to me, his hands always strong men took me by the waist and asked me again, even more scared that Was it what was happening, if something had happened?? If someone had hurt me...?? I told him no and between sobs I told him my doubts... I told him about the phone... and everything I felt... I told him that I missed his kisses and his caresses and that I felt that he was moving away from me and that I couldn't do anything to avoid it. I asked him please not to let me get one chance He just put his head between my wet and hard breasts for He was cold and hugged me tight he just repeated that he loved me over and over again. When I stopped talking I looked straight into my eyes, mine. Even though they were full of tears, they didn't let me see well and he said to me, Do you know what day it is? Did you see what's there? Next to the door? Told me. I dried my eyes a little and then I could see on the ground the most adorable bouquet of red roses I have ever seen in my entire life when I tried to To speak he just kissed me sweetly and hugged me very tightly. When I stop kissing me he asked me to listen to him... he told me that he was the one who had called the 2 times, he wanted to tell me not to cook, that we would go out to eat and somewhere special place he told me that all day he had been thinking about me and wishing me...remembering all the good things we had built and that we should not let it slip I tried to speak again... but he asked me not to, He put his hands under my flannel and discovered my breasts, and with his tongue hotly redrew the nipples in their place his hands massaged them as if to make them warmmy hands unbuttoned his now also wet shirt and they got into his chest. At one point I was lying on the floor and he I took off my shorts gently, kissing my legs little by little until my toes. feethis tongue ran through me all our smells mixed between heat and cold I opened my legs to greet his tongue and mine cried out for him. taste of your body. I don't know when it landed on me, my legs They surrounded and touched her buttocks and thighs. My breasts were gloating in his mouth... he bit me and I felt that strange pleasure that those little pains give. I went wild and crazy We turned around and I rode him right there on the wet floor, the water was running down my hair and my breasts it went up and down with more and more force I wanted it but inside that it would pierce my body... that it would never come out of there again. He felt his heat, their friction was uncontrollable, the screams and moans of the two filled that bathroom and they could be heard between echoes and more echoes I came on that hard ride and my juices got us wet even more exhausted I stayed a little still but he didn't stop, he gently let us We turned again, and he placed me on my back I lifted myself up a little until I was At the perfect angle, without stopping kissing me, he massaged my ass with his fingers. with one hand and with the other he kept touching my clitoris even though it was throbbing like a clock broken like crazy and at its own pace And between kisses, massages and small bites I felt a attacked from behind I felt like life was slipping away in a second and then just I felt glory I felt his hot and very hard penis entering and leaving every time faster and faster. The heat in the room could almost be touched I felt then that her milk invaded me with a beastly pressure a scream of pleasure indicated the end of all that was so divine and then we let ourselves fall exhausted into that floor no longer so cold full of all those mixed liquids We snuggled slowly and closely together for a whilethen, He gently got me up and we got into the bathtub. We soaped each other. in silence. He hugged me again from behind and said in my ear very gently .HAPPY ANNIVERSARY..