SWEET INVASIONTheir hearts seemed like they would take flight within their chests. Luis lay on top of her and continued kissing her. As ready as he was to dive into her and lose himself, kissing her and feeling her was as exhilarating as immersing himself fully. It was all so new to him, and when her hands began to roam his body, warm and eager, when her tongue sought his and they began to dance together, electric shocks surged through him. When her long nails scratched his back, he moaned loudly and trembled. This fueled her desire even more as her hands descended further, now on his thighs, squeezing and scratching.Luis was burning with desire, forgetting even his own name. His hands also started to explore her body, anxious to be all over her. Priscila parted her legs as his hand moved up her, and he moaned even louder when he reached her core, feeling the wetness between her legs."Oh my God, Priscila... you... I...""Yes!" she answered his unspoken question, understanding witho
NO, YOU CAN'T IMAGINE!Clara climbed the stairs and reached the mezzanine. She knocked on three doors, and judging by the sounds of sexual activity coming from behind each one, she was about to give up and wait for her friend downstairs. However, when she knocked on the fourth door, it swung open, and Jânio was holding a naked woman by the waist. The woman was bent over the bed, both of them standing, completely nude. He was thrusting forcefully into her, his sweat dripping onto her back. Clara stood frozen, like a statue, watching them."Damn it, Mister Hair, close the damn door!" Jânio shouted. And as she reached for the doorknob to close it, he asked her, "Before that, turn up the damn air conditioning for us."He continued thrusting relentlessly, his hands still gripping the woman's waist as her hair brushed against the bed, her head lowered, and she moaned loudly. He pulled and pushed her, penetrating deeply. Clara grabbed the air conditioning remote from the table, increased the
NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU"It was like magic, my friend, exactly like magic. We were both on an escalator, which, you know, is nothing unusual, except that our eyes couldn't detach from each other. While I was going up and he was going down, our gaze remained fixed, and when we passed each other on the escalator, him on one side and me on the other, we reached out our hands towards each other. The tips of our fingers touched, we laughed, and there we were, me at the top of the escalator and him on the ground floor, just staring at each other. I must have looked like a fool, looking down at him, and he looked the same, gazing up at me. We finally moved out of the way when we realised we were obstructing the flow of people. Clara, I know it may be hard to believe, and even now, after all this time, I can hardly believe it myself, but I think we stood there, just looking at each other, for about two minutes until he came up, placed his foot on the first step of the escalator, and started asce
A NECESSARY AND WELCOME MOURNINGIn the morning, when Clara left the room and Megan turned to the corner, saying she needed to sleep a little more, Clara went downstairs and noticed that the day had barely dawned and it was still dark. The smell of the sea breeze led her barefoot to the beach. She inhaled the salty scent and could already feel the splashes of water even before approaching closely.She felt the cold breeze, dressed only in a loose t-shirt and short knit shorts, and experienced a slight chill, but she wanted to enjoy the morning air before the sun rose, so she slowly made her way towards the splendid ocean. She only noticed there was someone lying on the sand when she got closer. At first, she thought it was just an illusion playing tricks on her, but as she took steps forward, she realised there was indeed someone lying on the edge of the beach.Getting even closer, she saw that it was Giulio, fast asleep. Wow, didn't he feel the cold? He was still shirtless, wearing o
AN EX-PADRE."Wow, my dick is sore!" Jânio leaned back in the seat next to the driver and exclaimed with a smile."Oh, stop being naughty, Jânio!" Clara reprimanded him, trying not to show her laughter in her voice. "No one is asking you anything!""Just so you know, I had sex about five times!" he continued, teasing them, and even the driver laughed."Not just you, you idiot. Everyone here had sex, and I think I had way more than you did. And I only started this morning!" Clara threw it back at him."You slut!" he whispered, unable to hide his laughter. "And what about you, Pri? Did you enjoy the party? The parties I throw are always like this, you know?""I had a great time, and I'm retiring now," Pri said, and Jânio looked back, turning in his seat, concerned because her voice sounded joyful but mentioned retirement."She fell in love, Jânio. The silly girl gave her heart away at the first party," Megay told him."It's true, and brace yourselves because I'm getting married soon!""
INSULINClara woke up as usual with coffee in bed brought by Dalia. It was becoming a tradition between them, and she mentioned it to her friend. She said that if she decided to stop now, it would make her suffer from withdrawal. Dalia always brought two cups, even though Otávio didn't drink anything before brushing his teeth. As soon as Clara finished her coffee, her toothbrush was already extended by him, waiting for her to brush her teeth. What have we become? She thought while brushing her teeth. Will we be one of those old couples who worry about each other when one of them leaves the house without an umbrella or a coat? They already lacked sex, so it was guaranteed that they would be two old people who don't have sex. But older couples were affectionate with each other. Sex wasn't the only form of affection. Offering a T-shirt for your partner to sleep in, instead of wearing a nightgown or pyjamas, was a way of showing affection, right? Not being able to sleep when the other per
DO YOU NOT MENSTRUATE?Clara said goodbye to Patrícia and went home feeling terrible for Lara. She couldn't come to terms with the fact that she was going through this. She never imagined that alcohol dependency could be so savage. It never occurred to her in her life that such a dependent person was considered an illness, but now she knew that alcoholism was a disease, and a very serious one at that.She went straight to Lipe's house and found him sitting on the porch, just as disheartened as she was. She sat next to him in silence. They remained like that for several minutes until he spoke up:"She kept asking me to let her go, the whole time.""The same with me. In the end, she became aggressive, and if she weren't untied, I believe she would have attacked me. She asked me to help her die.""She was staring at the wall when I arrived and said that the waves of the sea were almost reaching her, and it seemed like she could really see the sea right there beside her," Lipe said, on th
LOVE WITHOUT GUILT."Why are you dressed in a nurse's coat?" Lara asked Lipe as the doctor left the room.Lipe had opened his eyes and looked at her with a sleepy smile, his eyes still heavy with sleep."Because they wouldn't let me in to see you, and I couldn't sleep knowing that you were here alone and tied up."A sob rose in the girl's throat and couldn't be contained, causing the young man to sit up and fully awaken. She didn't cry immediately, or rather, the tears were slower than the intermittent sobs, and only later did they flow profusely, wetting her face."What's wrong, Lara? Where does it hurt?" he asked, flustered, and in one pull, he yanked the sheet away and tossed it aside, sleep being completely swept away. He then looked at her naked body, which he had undressed himself in the early hours and given a dry bath. He was about to dress her afterward, but she was beside herself with fear that he had left, the fear of leaving her while he fetched another hospital gown from
TWO YEARS LATER"It may seem like many people say that, but I'm being completely sincere when I say you are the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen!" Clara exclaimed as Megan entered her apartment."I hope she believes you, Clara, because I tell her the same thing every day and she doesn't believe me," Gregory said, entering behind his eight-month pregnant wife, who waddled with her pregnant swagger."I believe you, Greg, but when his godmother says it, I'm happy too," Megan said, sitting down with some effort and with Gregory's help. The two had been married for a year and seemed to be in a constant honeymoon phase. "Friend, I also never tire of saying that your apartment is the most beautiful I have ever seen.""I'm obliged to agree, and Dália helped me furnish it.""Dália has incredible taste, doesn't she?""Yes, look at this painting!" Clara pointed to the wall where a beautiful landscape canvas was hanging. It was exactly the painting of Paradise – she says it's for me
SO MUCH OLDER.When they left, Dália and Linda were buzzing with excitement, practically ready to take flight. Linda made calls to catering services, wanting everything to be perfect, and sent messages in the group, warning everyone and threatening anyone who thought about leaving tonight, as she wanted everyone present.Lara sent an audio message, saying she was heading to Márcia's house right now and promised to drag her along by her hair if she had to. Everyone responded with laughing and laughing emojis.Clara was practically dragged to the main house by Linda and Dália. Priscilla was already there with her boyfriend and their daughters, busy cleaning and organizing the house for the party later.Frank tried to help as much as he could, Jânio had left work to assist everyone, and Megan pulled Clara aside to tell her that this party would be good to get them out of the slump they were in. It was Clara's father's call that reminded her that she was supposed to be on her way to his h
RESCUEShe locked the living room door, trembling at the thought of him showing up, knowing she would hit him if he appeared there now. She paced around the room like a caged lioness. Hurt, devastated, and feeling dirty. She felt like the dirtiest woman on the face of the earth.Dália must have seen the lights on in her living room because minutes later she knocked on her door. And she only opened it because she recognized her friend's voice."Why was your door locked?" Dália asked as soon as she entered. "I couldn't sleep thinking about Jaqueline and Márcia, can you believe it? I'm going to make some coffee."Her friend didn't look at her and didn't notice how bad she was feeling. Clara thought it was better that way and shouted from the living room."Okay, I'll get ready and take a shower, and then I'll come to the kitchen."She really needed a shower and took a long one, hoping that the water would wash away some of her pain and anguish down the drain, and that her eyes wouldn't be
THERE ARE OTHER PLEASURES IN LIFE.And that's exactly how it went. Clara had a sleepless night. It was past midnight, and she was still stressed, thinking about how casually he had mentioned talking to her father, solving the problem, just like that. But by one in the morning, her feelings had changed, and she felt like a fool for getting upset and kicking him out of her house simply because he had said he would never have sex with her, ever! What kind of woman was she, getting rid of a man just because he said he would never sleep with her?But at two in the morning, she reconsidered. No, it wasn't about sex! The harsh reality of her situation with Otavio was that it was messy and strange. Perhaps deep down, she knew that it would have to come to an end someday. It wasn't about sex, it wasn't a relationship, it wasn't what they had. She knew that one day it would have to end, and now seemed just as good a time as any. A breaking point could come at any moment, even now.Reality final
I AM AT MY LIMITDália messaged her shortly after, and she thought it was Dália who was turning the doorknob."Hi, my dear. Is something wrong?""Was it you at my bedroom door?" she asked."No, I'm already in bed, but I was there about twenty minutes ago, and Otávio was mopping the living room. Is everything okay?""No. We had an argument, Dália.""I understand.""I don't want him in my house anymore. Please let him know that he needs to go back to his own house.""I will, don't worry."After a sleepless night, she left her room and saw that the living room was sterile clean, but he wasn't there. Thank goodness for that. But his mother was there because the smell of fresh coffee was coming from the kitchen."Good morning," she greeted her friend, who along with Linda, was sitting at the table having breakfast."Good morning. Are you feeling better?" Dália asked, concerned."Yes. I'm feeling better now.""Was it one of his quirks?" Linda asked."No, Linda. I got upset when I joked with
YOU DON'T SLEEP HERE ANYMORE!"I still can't believe it," she said, lying on his chest in the morning. "I don't even feel the urge to drink.""God, that's the best thing I've heard in centuries," Lipe said, his voice husky and smiling."I didn't sleep with Murilo, Lipe. I know I've said it already, but I want to emphasize it.""It's okay, love. I believe you, okay?""Especially because I could only think of you since I left the hospital, and my mind was filled with thoughts of you all the time.""Lara, I'm so happy, and it's so unbelievable to me that I feel like I might be dreaming, you here with me, telling me that you love me." He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with shining eyes."I don't understand why it's so hard to believe. I'd be crazy not to love you, love. I may be dependent, but I'm not insane. You're the most incredible guy who has come into my life, and it would be me not believing that you could love me. I just have to be grateful to the universe for
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SURE IN MY LIFE"Are you not going to visit her at the farmhouse?" Clara probed."I'm not that evolved," he replied, smiling to the side."I don't understand," she said."She stayed at my house the day she was discharged from the hospital, Clara, and left in the morning without saying goodbye, just leaving me a note on the fridge saying she would spend a few days at the farmhouse. I could have taken her there, but she called Murilo. They're together at the farmhouse now, and my concern is that he and she, well... they degrade themselves sexually. I'm sorry for telling you this, but you've gone out with her to Jânio's parties and you've seen how she uses sex to vent," he explained."Oh my God, Lipe. I'm so sorry," Clara wanted to cry upon hearing that, imagining how much the young man was suffering."I guess deep down, I worry that she will resort to old habits that will lead her to relapse, you know, and she has struggled so much to get clean," he confided."You a
LIGHTNING STORMMegan was thinking about Gregory even more now. She had stopped stalking him on social media a long time ago. It was too much suffering, why continue to do that, to hurt herself even more?Talking to Clara was always wonderful. It brought her relief and made her feel calm. But when she was alone, the thoughts assaulted her again. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that it might be her ego screaming, that her longing for him was because she couldn't have him, that it was the desire for the forbidden, deep down she knew it wasn't just that. It wasn't a matter of ego; it was love in its most painful and absurd form. It was the love for someone who was already committed, and if he were single, they would be together, end of story. She wouldn't be the mistress for quick encounters, the other woman who patiently or anxiously waits for the married and committed man. She had self-respect and wouldn't lower herself to be the lover who regrets being with the husban
YOU DID THE RIGHT THING!When his plump, warm lips touched hers, the sound of the door being opened concealed her moan. Finally, a woman who valued her bladder!"Let's go to my place," Gregory whispered in her ear, intertwining his finger with hers, and she followed him outside. The woman who entered didn't even notice them there, nor did she notice that there was a man present. Megan walked with him, their fingers still entwined. It was only when they were going down the escalator that it hit her. One: she was walking hand in hand with a married man in the middle of a shopping mall. Two: he said they were going to his house?But she didn't want to ask anything. She feared that if she asked any questions, the enchantment would break, he would change his mind, see reason, and by God, the self-proclaimed moralist feared that. She mentally kicked herself. Rolled her eyes internally at knowing that she was falling for it as well, and this time, fully aware! She was aware that she was acco