Lustful Kisses

Flora was kneeling in front of Lottie's bed. She was holding her hand and crying silently. Claude was sitting behind her, holding her to calm her cries:

"Yesterday I didn't even think of her when taking that knife. She sees me as a mother when I don't even think about her before trying to suicide. I am the worst woman ever!"

"Shhh, Flora you're telling yourself horrible things. Charlotte sees you as a mother figure because of how gentle and good you are. What happened yesterday was not something that identifies you. You were having a serious anxiety attack. You were not sane to be judged."

"Still!... If I died yesterday this little angel would be here today fighting her pains alone! I am the worst! I... I... I don't deserve the goodness you are all offering me!"

Flora planted her face in the sheets to conceal the noise she was making. Claude was so shocked by her words. He held her too tight from behind and showered her naked neck with soft kisses:

"The fact that you are feeli