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As I slowly swing to the sound of the music that explodes through the living room, watching the spectacle that unfolds in front of me, I notice that this is one of the rare moments when I feel that infamous feeling of euphoric euphoria.Something like a burst of excitement that tries to persuade us to want a little more than just admire what attracts us.The women of my family and my friends lost in fifteen years away cram the sofa and fill the spaces on the carpet, lost in the glimpse that loud music and the group of erotic dancers provide at my bachelorette party.One of the men, robust and with angular and inviting features, turns to one side the hat with a straight flap above his red hair, drawing the attention of all of us to the way his biceps stiffen in his musculature.The redhead opens a feline smile, never ceasing to move his pelvis according to the sensual noise of the music. I have no idea what he is dancing, but I confess to having the most complete satisfaction when he a
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My room is cold and quiet, unlike the uninterrupted activity downstairs, and I lurking through the shadows before entering completely. I turn on the light, but I stumble on my own heels and collapse on the ground. The flash of the lamp makes me blind and stunned, and I'm laughing wildly at the fall when an aroma of perfume makes me look at the window.Sitting in my chair and with arms crossed over his wide chest, Hunter watches me with a small suggestion of laughter in his eyes. The face is illuminated, youthful, beautiful. Even if the beard is skirting your chin firmly, keeping it trimmed intensifies the natural charm of your features, and shaves your pink lips below your mustache."What are you doing here? “I ask.Hunter drags a lock of hair behind his ear and sighs, sounding tired."I wasn't having fun at that party, I decided to come to another one, but the door was closed, so I had to climb the window "he plays lightly on the side of the bandaged leg under his pants. “I think it
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The first contact of Hunter's hot breath on the inside of my thigh sets me on fire.With a sigh stuck in my throat, I watch him from above, laying my gaze on his arched shoulders and his hair dripping in cascade around his face, as he descends more and more to my legs. YoursProvocations become long, curvy, followed by small crackles as your mouth sucks and loosens my skin.The sensitive part of my leg shudders at the rough touch of your beard, and I spread my hands on the peeled wood of the window under me, looking for my lost shaft.Slowly he gets into my body, positioning himself between my legs, and leaning me so that my head and back are touching the glass of the closed window. I don't know if it's a good idea to have any kind of intimacy with houses so close ahead, but I stop thinking about what can be said when your mouth reaches mine and your lips devour me with the same vigor with which your hands tateam the scarce curves of my body. He doesn't even need to stand up completel
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My inner chaos multiplies into small flashes of pure energy, and as Hunter's tongue and fingers decide to end my judgment, I allow myself to receive the promised relief. I allow my body to weaken and my lips to open so that another moan escapes, while my spine is driven back in front of a delicious spasm. I sail over the wave of pleasure that should bring me down, and experience the intensity of an instant orgasm, although so desired by my body.I don't know for how long I stop listening to the sounds or recognizing the figures of colors beyond my closed eyelids, but when I open my eyes again, I have a very presumptuous Hunter between my softened legs."I should pay to marry you tomorrow, dear," he slides a finger into the moisture of his beard and takes the liquid to his mouth, sucking loudly. My legs tremble, but I can't close them. The most I can do is try to breathe normally and not let Hunter realize how right he is in what he says. "Think about how many times a day I will have t
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“Long live the bride and groom!”“Long live! "People sitting at our table repeat in unison, raising their glasses upwards."Now that Suzy has married in the role, the Johnson family must continue to follow their tradition, right? "Samantha asks, depositing the glass with orange juice on the table. She caresses the swelling in her pregnant belly, smiling sweetly at the others. "Suzy is the oldest woman in the family, the next marriage has to be Mikaela's!”A dry cough echoes among the group, and Lawrence distributes solidarity pats on our sister's back, choked by the sudden insinuation."I'm not getting married," she can say after a long sip of her beer."If your mother is as paranoid with marriages as she was with Suzy, I doubt she won't be persuasive enough for you to get married in the coming months," contests Glenda in the seat adjacent to Mikaela's."I think that's so ridiculous! “Penelope shoots. "I do not agree with this collective belief that a woman should always be born with
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Following the front, I can mislead my two companions and let them advance through the large glass door that separates the external area from the internal one, while I pass by a table equally full of people and find a lonely and comfortable place near one of the four pilasters that rise from the ground on deck to support the glass roof of the balcony.I go to the parapet, pass both legs out and sit in the narrow concrete space that serves as a balustrade. If I were wearing a slipper, it would fly from my feet before the first night breeze sighed through me, simply by the time I am. However, the cold wind can barely pass through the heavy leather of my boots, let alone my jeans. This is the first night when I have no reason to complain that my clothes do not fit the weather.In the distance, basically at my feet, the city lives and calls for its tourists, shining lust in its glaring colors. I observe how easily people can forget about their problems with a night of fun; drinking or danc
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The double doors open with a small squeak that gets lost to the sound of bridal gait.Before my eyes, two hundred people stand in the great church where my marriage is made official, and their faces always so loaded with arrogance and dislike change instantly to admiration.Shaking, I grab the arm that my stepfather offers and follow him to stumble over the immense red carpet that stretches to reveal the path we should follow.Flowers braided in small string strands delimit how far guests can tilt their bodies to see me pass, each delicate arrangement firmly attached to the arms of the polished mahogany benches.The setting sunlight gushes through the windows composed of colored glasses that represent religious scenes, spreading rainbow shadows over each white petal that sprinkles the intense crimson of the carpet. There is a sweet smell in the air, if exhaled by flowers or by my own perfume, I can't say, but it's pleasant and enough to expel my fear, so I absorb it with strong inhala
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Hunter and I managed to escape from the guests a little later, and we left for another endless photo shoot. Inside the white limousine "led by the same driver who has been with us since we arrived in the city", our ceremonialist instructs what we should do at the magnificent reception she prepared.Hunter holds my hand all the time, but he can't talk to me at any time. All the moment someone puts himself in our way and distracts us. We can only say what we can't through glances, because it's the only method of communication that no one can stop us from having.Our party takes place in a two-story concert hall, and I am surprised to see all the guests present, applauding our entrance with the same euphoria as before. We pose for more photos, dance, talk, but we never have a second of intimacy. Not even during our long-awaited waltz, because we avoid talking so that one does not step on the other's foot. All I have left is to drool over his beauty with excessive admiration.My husband d
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