Will it be the same? or is gonna change?
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As the last rays of sun disappeared behind the horizon, Francis and Hazel left their car and took the path leading to their family house. To be frank Francis wished they would spend the night in their own house but anyways. With their hands entwined, they strolled through the air fill with distance voices and the scent of fresh flowers. The cold surrounding caused a lot of memories to come back alive. While Francis loved his, Hazel was shaking from her terrible one but she managed to control herself. As they entered their covy haven , their home seemed to be wrapped with the aura of tranquility and warmth, with a soft music playing at the background. Which invited them to sway to its rhythm.
The dimly lit room was adorned with flicking candles, casting shadows of a dancing couple on the wall.
With their hands still entwined, they settle onto a plush couch. Thier eyes filled with a shared tenderness and a hushed understanding. They sat nestled in each other embrace enjoying the rhythm of their heart beats .
A soft murmuring of their laughter echoed through the room as they reminised about the moments that had made their evening so extraordinary. Their voices grew quieter as a profound sense of intimacy set the stage for what was to come.
They spoke not in words anymore but the language of their eyes and the touch of their fingers against each others skin.
Unlocking their innermost desires, they embarked on a journey of exploration only two souls in love will think of embarking on.
Their lips took each other like magnets and their tougues danced with each other confessing the love in their hearts. Hazel held onto Francis' suite trying to push him onto of her. Francis on the other side sensed his wife's hunger and slide his hand under the dress.
Their bodies entwined in a beautiful choragraphy of love, celebrating the union of two souls in love. Time became a distant memory,as they allowed themselves to be lost in the sea of emotions. Every sound, every sigh, every glance held something, words cannot explain.
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Libianca sat on the couch clutching her phone thighly with her face flushed with jealousy and anger. Pool of tears fell down her cheeks as she looked at the pictures of her and Francis celebrating her birthday. A reminder of what she isn't going to have again. At this moment she kept blaming herself for leaving the country. Her eyes became weak from the tears but she couldn't help it. Does it mean she is going to lose Francis forever? Is Hazel going to live with him forever? Is he forever going to see her as just a friend?. All these thoughts made her heart heavy and painful.
Abigail looked at her daughter who seemed to have died inside and fear, anger and empathy filled her heart. She moved closer and held her fragile daughter." Be strong Libianca. Don't cry baby. Don't be the weak girl everyone can just bully and go away with." .
"But mum... I love Francis. I want him to be mine... forever. " she said with her weak crying voice. "Exactly baby. That is why you have to be strong and go for what you want. Libya no matter the consequences do everything to get what you want honey. Even if you have to destroy his marriage." . Libianca lifted her head and looked at her mother. Her mum just nodded. "Honey i'm at your back".
"What is happening here" his voice came as a warning causing them to jerk. "Why are you crying?".
"Urhmmm.. she..she is having a problem with her eye". Esther hurried to explain.
" I love how fast you reply my questions, but did I ask you? or are you the one cry". She looked down with the fear of looking at her husband and nodded no. "Now leave us".
"Now tell me how is it going? he asked and she looked at him with a puzzled look. "Don't ask as if you don't know what am talking about!" he shouted and she folded. "Everything.... everything is well dad. He even asked me on a date." her lies brought smile on her dad's face. "Good job honey. Continue the good job."
What does Kelvin have that I don't? Why would she cheat on me with him? Does she love him? Will she leave me for him? No way!. These questions caused him to move from his gentle motion to a rough one causing her to cry in pain. The penetration became deep and she felt a little uncomfortable. As time went on he realised what he was doing and guilt run through him seeing the tears fell down her eyes. "i'm sorry honey". He slowed down cumed successfully into her.
The morning sunlight pierced into the room, showing two people enjoying the warmth from each other's body.
"I want to bath" I said and tried getting up..... a burning sensation made it way through my inner thighs. "Argh" I whimpered and Francis' eyes were quick to stare at me. "What happened??"
"Nothing am alright" I said to not let him feel more guilty seeing guilt written all over his face. I tried to walk well into the bathtub but no. The pain changed how I even walk. Walking with my legs opened, Francis came from the back and lifted me up. He sent me to the already prepared bathtub and left.
Francis left the bathroom with guilt running through him like water. He shouldn't have acted like a manic. How could he hurt his wife like that?. After what seemed like hours, Hazel came back in her bathrobe walking like a bit okay and her way to the bad on which her husband laid. "Am sorry" Francis immediately said when he made eye contact with his wife. "Don't be honey, infa t you made me feel like a whole woman last night. The penetration was deep and I could still feel you d**k inside me." Her word calmed his heart. "You're nauthy. I promise to be more gentle next time".
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