A BAD JOKE

As usual, we lean in to kiss goodbye to each other as Jerol leaves for the office. It's our routine, just like we do every time we are retiring to bed. Actually, kissing has become a fundamental facet of all the times we are together, and making love has been our daily dose. We can't live without it. We are at the cliff of it. I even feel like pushing him to this bed right now for the second time this morning for a quickie before he leaves.

My goodness! These yearnings are hiking way too high. I can't curb the urge nor mask it, and neither can he.

For the last couple of days, we have lived like a real couple - free with others like we are bound by true love and not just a contract. Actually, it is the first time I am remembering that damn shit of paper after so long. He forbade me to talk about it, and I obeyed, like his sweet obedient wife.

For these few days, I feel like I really just had a life. I feel like I really lived. All the pleasure we have had together has filled up my arc