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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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I listen to her steps before she appears on the door frame, balancing herself in high heels that highlight the entire length of her naked thighs.Leaning with one hand on the wall, she watches me for a long time, from where I am kneeling waiting for her, venerating her.She's in no hurry. You know that I am, more than ever, willing to drown in any delight that your newly discovered sexual hunger is inclined to offer me.Therefore, I take this as an invitation to record every inch of her body in underwear made of leather and latex. She is wearing a black bodice with braided buckles that settles around her breasts as the perfect design of a heart, leaving her lap raised and more inviting than she has ever been. Black hair is hidden for some reason under a blonde wig that barely reaches your jaw, but that matches perfectly with your idea of innovation.I'm pretty sure I have my eyes shining when I notice the garter belt that connects in her tiny panties, considering that she worries about
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“Listen, Mika. I want you to calm down. This is nothing but drama and emotional blackmail, it's soon over. And Grandma hit you for believing she's not strong. Have you ever thought how many times she and our mother fought and kept talking?”"This is not about mom," she sighs, calming down. "Our grandmother is dying, Suzy. She doesn't have any more time. She can't worry anymore. You can no longer have to stay away from your grandchildren because they are contrary to what her daughter wanted. She always wanted us to have someone to take care of us, but she also believes that this someone has to be a man, and all I want is to offer her some comfort before it's too late and that this guilt tear me apart inside.”That's what it is.Guilt made me make hasty decisions, but if I had had another choice... If I could have prevented the worst things in my life from happening... I understand what my sister means, but I can't help but shudder.My family is too conservative for a woman who succeeds
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TWO MONTHS LATER“Something tells me that there are two very hungry people, Suzy... "sing Gabby when she appears through the door with two dormant packets in her arms.Gabby invades the office of my apartment without worrying about the cardboard boxes that guard my future move, and that lined up in the four corners of the walls, smiling openly even with the uncomfortable crying of two children at the same time. They are wrapped in wraps of the same color, because I didn't want to prematurely define the color my children should use "like blue for Adam and pink for Eylem; both are in red.I ask Gabby about Hunter's whereabouts, in which she gestures with her shoulders, going around the table so I can carry the babies. She says that my husband may be in the bath, or in the room he has been using as a studio for his photos, or simply resting. She cheerfully nods to Colton and Penelope sitting in front of me, both with expressions of pure charm when seeing the babies.Penelope sighs passio
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Long before I met Jonathan, I tried to deal with my problems with oblivion, with ignorance. Because I thought that not admitting something could make it less true. So I didn't admit my mistakes, and I didn't see the mistakes in others, because that way it was easier to continue acting naturally even with the chaos in my head.This caused me problems in the future, made me sick and weakened. I filled my head with unnecessary occupations. On the other hand, I learned several languages, traveled the world to graduate as many courses as I could, I got a chance to show everyone who blamed me that I could be better than that. But inside, there has always been the shadow of a child hidden in my tangle of memories. There has always been instability.I open the door that takes me to the leisure area of the roof, where the water in my pool is motionless and apparently very cold. The large window that allows me to see the sky is open, blowing a cold breeze against my loose hair, pushing it to my
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No one dares to even give a peep while watching, stunned, the long and intense kiss that Mikaela steals from Penelope.Not even Colton, whose act is limited only to taking a step back, looking away and leaving. He takes the glass of some drink in his hand in a hurry to go out the door, without caring about the looks that move to accompany him. I can't see her face, because he passes through the door with his head down, but the strength with which he hits her says a lot about what Penelope's inertia before the kiss may have meant to him.Penelope, however, is the first to recover from the shock, and what she does next almost allows us all to hear Mikaela's heart breaking.She is reluctant for a second, but ends up pushing Mikaela away, pushing her with a touch of delicacy on her shoulder, just before looking for Colton. When she realizes that he is not, Penelope curses some profanity and passes by Mikaela as if she were just a stone on the way. In a single second of impetus, my friend
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"You only live once," rehe rehetes Nicole, another friend of ancient times. "It was always this phrase that Glenda used for us to agree to do something stupid.”“Nothing has changed! "Exclaims Samantha in a muffled scream, putting her shell-shaped hands in her mouth.Only three of my best friends at school could be here right now. I made the invitation to everyone because I remember that they made my wedding one of the best brands of my life. And the best part about this is that they are all already married, or with children, and offered to take care of me in the postpartum period."How are you feeling about waiting for the babies, Hunter? “My father asks.“Nervous”Glenda laughs."If Suzy hadn't been so exaggerated, she would have had one baby at a time," she scolds in a mocking tone."I just need to know the formula to get far away from a twin pregnancy. It's my husband's dream, "laments Samantha."Stay away from the Turks," I warn.Hunter slides an arm around my body, wrapping me e
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"It's great to have all of you here tonight," I say when I raise a glass of juice. "It's not a Thanksgiving day, but it's a meeting with the most important people in my life, and the last time I'll see you for a while.”My pregnancy will not reach the thirty-seventh week, like the pregnancy of a single baby, and that is why I had the choice to prepare for hospitalization in the maternity hospital with almost eight months of gestation. Recognizing this left me panicked at first, but I already knew that I could not rule out a cesarean section since my exams became more frequent each new month.The babies are big and heavy, my stress "no matter how small it has been in recent weeks" has increased the chances of a premature birth, and my anxiety has not helped in much to ensure my rest. I'm leaving tonight for the maternity hospital, and I chose to have a dinner with friends and family members "the only family that really matters" so that they can give all the positive vibes I need for th
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I observe the funeral silence that seems to observe us as a living form. Nothing but dust and silence, it's all we become after we were dead. How many of these souls will ever find peace?"One day they will cease to exist, dear. They will never be forgotten. We will still be fighting for them. Remember what you told me on our honeymoon?”Hunter gently denies it with his head.“I knew a lot of secrets for you that night.”I give a soothing smile with the memory."And one of them was that if at some point I thought about giving up, I should remember that I still had a world to save. We still have a world to save, Hunt. The world that will be the home of our babies. Don't give it up. Not now.”Hunter retreats slowly, looking at my face as if he were seeing him for the first time. Maybe you are writing down the details and remembering others that may have been forgotten in your period in prison. The anklet deliberately hidden under his jeans shows no sign that he may have problems for bei
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We are in front of one of the cemeteries where unidentified people are buried. Hunter's uncle brought us here this morning, with the intention that I thought was a way to get closer to the family ties they lost over thirty years. It is the worst day anyone could have chosen to visit a cemetery without gates or any privacy, in an open field with a lot of dust and dead trees around.Path hand in hand with Hunter, while his uncle makes his way on the ground and talks about having visited each of the nameless tombs over the years so that he could bring peace even to those who have never had a family to cry about in their graves.It's a windy and terribly humid day, like the prelude to a storm.It's autumn, we are about to enter winter, and even the sun is misleading at this time of year. I'm wearing a scarf and above all, my body temperature has dropped faster than usual, and I'm always thinking of a way to protect my babies at all costs; even if the evil to be fought are the strong winds
