Saturday, September 18, 2010

eleventh cycling trip

As the memories are coming back, many things occur to me. Among other things, the memory that once I had someone whom I lost. I also remembered that I have a husband who is that man. Once this man opened the door and walked in on us, you were just lying on me and panting loudly. But it seems that the world doesn’t only cease to be for us then, but the reverse is also true because the way my husband came in and walked out of the room was as if the two of us were not even there. But I know that you were there, you put your hat on the chair, lifted my skirt to my neck, and I came from the mere thought of you penetrating me.

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