Sarah fell back onto the mattress, her body slick with perspiration and limp with pleasure. Spasms of her powerful release still violently racked her slender frame. Her husband, Lorenzo, had disentangled, detached, and distanced himself from her within seconds of their mutual orgasm and lay on his back beside her,his breathing heavy and ragged. Sarah turned on her side to lovingly trace Lorenzo’s profile with her eyes, yearning to touch and caress the smooth and slightly tanned skin, but she knew her touch would be rebuffed. Lorenzo’s words, the ones he always said after his climax, still hovered in the air between them and still, after all these months, hurt more than they should have. "Give me a son, Sarah..." With those five words, he killed the afterglow, destroyed the intimacy of the moment, and relegated the act into nothing more than a biological imperative. After eighteen months of the same,Sarah had finally accepted that it would never change. It wasn't an abrupt re
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