If my father thought I was going to give up on getting married, it’s because he doesn’t know the daughter he has.
— Congratulations on the grades. – says my father, analyzing my report card. — Now all that’s left is college…— Here it is. - I say, delivering my letter of approval at the University of Barcelona for the Law course. He opens , showing all the satisfaction in reading my letter. — Now you can give the blessing for my marriage.— Yes, Dalia. - says my father taking off his reading glasses.I wanted to jump for joy, but I notice that my parents have a disappointed expression, which makes me confused, since I did exactly what he wanted. My father looks at me and says:—Dalia knows in these months that have passed I always thought I would give up this madness and change my mind.— Then you know me, little Dad.–I say, leaning against the table. —I will never give up on Carlos…***After my father gave the blessing, I had to run with the preparations for my engagement. After all, we had decided to get engaged a month before college classes started and get married two months later. Putting it in more precise numbers, I had three months for the engagement and two for the wedding.The first thing I decided to streamline was our home. Carlos was totally against us looking for another house, since he considered his ideal for us. It is logical that I went against his plans and imposed myself. After all it was not even his, but rented. Besides being tiny, and I wouldn’t even give it to my friends to come visit us or have a party.—No Carlos. Whoever marries wants home. – I say repeating the saying that my mother always says.— But Dalia... – tries to argue Carlos, being interrupted by my lips. I feel someone manifest below, then I walk away smiling.— I knew you would agree with me. - I say, going towards the door of his house. — Tomorrow I will come here to search for our house.We did not need to look for much, because we found a beautiful apartment that had just been renovated in a prime location for the two of us. We bought all the furniture and every day we were going to fix our future home. I loved decorating my home, to the point of making me think about changing course, but maybe it was just the enthusiasm for being able to do everything my way. As I had already finished school, I spent the day with Carlos in our home, until the night it was time to go home, since my father did not allow me to stay long with Carlos.—I have to go ... – I say, panting as Carlos sucks my breasts madly. I look at my cell phone waking up and know that if I did not arrive on time, my parents would come over me and I do not want to give reasons for my father to cancel the wedding. I take my head away from Carlos and the insurance, saying firm. — We better stop now, before we regret it... Don’t forget our agreement.Carlos and I were committed to not going to bed until we were married. Not that I was a virgin, and neither was he, but we wanted the moment to be special for both of us. Only the boner was killing us both. It was almost impossible to resist. I get up from the couch, adjusting my bra. I smile at him, who breathes deeply, passing his hand in his hair. He buttoned my blouse and straightened my skirt. I walk to her direction that pulls my leg, sliding her hands across my thighs, reaching to the waistband of my panties.—Ahhh Dalia... – groans Carlos, excited. I kiss his lips and then walking away, biting mine.—See you tomorrow, Carlos. – I say, smiling.I come home a little later, but my dad’s not expecting me. I walk towards my room, trying to be as quiet as possible, but I hear a groan of pain coming from my sister’s bed. I sit on her bed and watch her touch her back.— Is everything okay, Valeria? - I ask, worried.—It’s my back that’s hurting a lot.- my sister replies with difficulty.—Have you told Dad and Mom? - I ask, nervous.—No, it should just be the weight of the backpack, nothing big.—Let them know tomorrow. For you to be in pain so far is not only that. - I say. I give a kiss on your forehead. —Sleep well.The other day, my sister warned my mother about the pains, and she took her to the doctor to know what could be. After a week, the exam results changed my plans.— Valeria will need surgery to reduce the breast, because she has severely damaged the spine of Valeria. - explains my mother during the Sunday lunch in which she demanded that Carlos be present, leaving me worried. — This type of surgery here in our country goes far beyond our conditions ...— The doctor recommended that the surgery be done in Brazil because of the quality and the cost to be lower.- explains my father, giving a terrible break. Carlos holds my hand, facing my father. — and the only available date is exactly two days after your engagement. Then we’ll have to postpone the wedding until after the surgery and Valerie’s recovery.— And how long would all this take? - I ask, afraid of the answer.—Four months. - my father replies.That answer fell like a bomb on our heads. It would take longer than I thought to get married. But I breathe and try to smile for my sister, who I know is not at fault.— The good part is that the engagement will continue standing. – my mother says, trying to cheer us up, unsuccessfully.I started to run with the last preparations of the engagement, barely had time to see my friends. I was so wrapped up in my notes on my desk that I didn’t even notice anyone coming in and covering my eyes.— Since Muhammad does not go to the mountain. – says the male voice I love so much: Julio Castillo. I turn and hug my best friend. — Hi, gone.—Hello, mister. – I say back. I show my notes and say. — It’s the engagement’s fault.— Hummm... that’s exactly what I came to talk to you about .– says Julio pointing to my leaves.— What was it? - I ask, curious and apprehensive.— I was at my house thinking about what I could give to Dalia Penedo that she no longer has. - Julio says, going to my bed and lying down. He takes my doll and holds it. — so he concludes that I’ve already given her the greatest gift she could have: a husband.— If you came to my house with that excuse just to not give me a gift.- I say pretending to be angry. —You can take your horse out of the rain.— And who says I won’t give you a gift? - questions Julio, pretending to be offended. — I came here just to give you a gift at the time: I want you to make your engagement in my house, where you first met. A cheesy gift, wonderful and unique that only I could give you.— Are you serious? - I ask, amazed. I would get engaged in the same place where I met Carlos… unimaginable, but coming from Julio, everything was possible. I grabbed him, filling with kisses.— Less Dahlia, less… -says Julio, holding me. — In return, you have to invite a companion to my height.— I knew there was a price. - I say, smiling. — You can be sure you’ll have the most beautiful woman at the party.— I hope so. - says Julio getting up. He gives me a lusty kiss on the cheek and says. — Who knew that Dahlia Penedo would marry…— One would say to his marriage. - prophesy, as I watch the look of amazement of Julius.— Nor come with this. – says Julio making the sign of the cross. —I’m going, see you soon, girl.The fact that my engagement moved to Julius' house made my list of 20 people double in a few hours. Consequently, I had to double work with the decoration, buffet and many other things that were being included as the days went by.It was a little over a week before the engagement and I was almost freaking out in my apartment, the only place I wasn’t suffocated with questions and pressure.— Hi, love. - says Carlos entering the apartment. He lifts me off the couch and gives me a kiss that takes me off the air for a few moments, calming me down. I realize he’s in a great mood. Carlos smiles and says: — I’m on vacation!— Yay! At least one good news today. – I say trying to avoid my irritation.—And it’s not the only one. – says Carlos, holding my hand. He kneels and asks: — Dalia Penedo, will you spend seven days with me in San Sebastian?That is the most indecent proposal I had ever received from Carlos, for two reasons: We are in the summer, an unbearable heat even with the air conditioning in the last is impossible to sleep, so going to a seaside town is a temptation. Just imagining the icy seawater gives me the creeps. Seven days alone with Carlos, without the intrusion of my parents and with our desire high,
In our engagement were all forty people invited. The house of Julio had become a luxury, the way I imagined. I stop at the entrance, watching the scenery, where I saw Carlos for the first time. It was really amazing how in a few months they changed our lives. It doesn’t take long and Carlos comes up smiling at me. He comes towards me and kisses my hand.—You look beautiful. - praises admiring the beautiful lace pink-tea dress that I chose for the evening.—Thank you. - kissing your lips.—It’s time for dinner. - my mother says, interrupting.We sit at the table, side by side, when he gets up, giving another kiss in my hand and holding it.— Thank you all for coming to the happiest night of my life. - says Carlos. Then he puts the beautiful diamond ring on my finger, surprising me. I had no idea that he had bought an engagement ring for me. He turns to everyone and goes on. - I must admit that I never thought I would be together with her, but she was very insistent. She said she would
My wish is to wake you. I spent ten long months waiting for that moment when it would be all his, and I don’t think it’s fair that he makes me go without my wedding night. I sit next to him and touch his forehead. He’s feverish, and it makes me give up on my plans. I put Carlos in bed and cover him, go back to the bathroom and take off the lingerie. I lie next to him, turning off the lights. As soon as I get ready in bed, the fatigue takes over me and I end up sleeping.In the middle of the night, I feel someone touching my breasts, which makes me jump into bed, since I’m used to sleeping alone all my life and had forgotten that I was now married. Carlos pulls me back and, smiling, tells me:— Shhhhh... I’m just feeling my wife. I want to see and feel everything I’ve been denied all these long months.He lays me down on the bed and turns on the lamp, admiring me as if it was the first time he had seen me naked. Carlos rips off his clothes, almost desperate, and lies down again, begins
Paris, do I need to say anything else? I know the city as the most romantic in the world, and it is logical that I would spend the beginning of my seven-day honeymoon there. After a quickie in the bathroom of the plane, to maintain the tradition of the newlyweds, an hour and a half later we were already landing at Orly airport. Once we take the taxi I can not help but admire the beauty of the city so full of monuments, squares, the charming Boulevards, the Morris columns, the pâtisseries among other beauties that jump to the eye. I feel an immense desire to jump out of the taxi and walk the streets so as not to miss another minute without knowing every part of Paris. Then I smile at seeing The Eiffel Tower and all its magnitude, one of the things I make a point of seeing before we go to our next city.As soon as we arrive at the L'Hotel, which is located right in the center of Saint Germain, we are welcomed by its beautiful golden ceiling with angel stone figures and chandeliers hidde
After an intense night of love stimulated by Crazy Horse, we went to sleep. The next day we did not miss the time and checked out on schedule. After a little more than three hours of travel, we finally reach the capital of Greece, Athens. Carlos and I agreed to stay one day in each Greek city , so we would finish our sex marathon and get to know all the cities we chose: Athens, Mykonos, Santorini, Crete, and Paros.The capital is small and charming, a real open-air museum. Carlos and I were delighted with the size of the Acropolis that can be seen from all points of the city. Since we were going to stay a short time in the capital, we chose the Athens Gate hotel, which is next to the temple of Olympian Zeus and the other the hills of the Acropolis.As soon as we arrived, a beautiful woman in the impeccable uniform of the hotel greets us with her welcoming smile. I approach and say in English:—Good morning, reserve Salazar, please.— One moment, please. - asks the receptionist. Then s
2008 They say that the first year of marriage is the worst and the most decisive for every newlywed. But our first year was wonderful. I decided that I would only start college the following year and Carlos received a raise, so we managed to buy our own car. I took a German course to occupy my time. The good part is that the two of us always had time to be together. We did all the meals at home and looked like two rabbits, now with a little more moderation, although it was difficult for me to uncouple my hands from him. But it was like I said… our first year was incredible... at least until that wedding anniversary dinner. — Happy two years! - says Carlos, kissing me while the waiter serves the red wine in my glass. —Happy two years!- I answer, lifting my cup. I savor the curious dinner to know what he is up to, because we had agreed to spend every wedding anniversary at home with an intimate celebration. — The dinner is wonderful. —I’m glad you’re enjoying it. - replies Carlos,
Just like the other promise, that he would be closer to me, failed. Just like all the others after an argument, many are in our relationship. To avoid wear and tear, I avoided conflicts and focused more on other things, such as the RLC.Red Light Center is a paid game, if you want something in the game you have to buy the VIP package, but when you are new, they entitled you to a VIP month, and to have the sex you need to be a VIP. After a month, you have the option to pay the monthly fee or annuity.I confess that when I signed up, I did not expect to meet anyone. I was just curious to know how virtual sex worked between avatars. However, I ended up spending a month talking and meeting new people than doing virtual sex. When the free month ended, I bought a VIP pass for another month, since I had made many friendships that were just friendships. I spent most of the time playing in the morning, going to college in the afternoon, and the night waiting for Carlos to arrive and eventually
About a week later...Boredom... this word sums up my Saturday morning. No college, German course and especially without Carlos, who is working, as always. And to keep the routine, I turn on my computer that already logs directly into the RLC. I notice that Mr. X is online, but I prefer not to call him , I still need a good dose of caffeine to wake up. I put Talia in a club to dance, and I’m going to prepare my coffee.After I have my breakfast, I go back to my computer and notice that there’s an open dialog window:Mr. X (online) — Good morning or good afternoon... maybe a good night, Talia.Mr. X (online) — How are you?Mr. X (online) —??Mr. X (online) — Are you there, Talia?Mr. X (online) — Why aren’t you responding?I take a deep breath, smiling, and then I write,Talia (online) — Hello, Mr. X, sorry if I didn’t answer earlier, I was having a nice breakfast. I’m very well, and you?Mr. X is typing...Mr. X (online) — I am very well, but intrigued by your profile.Talia (online)