I'm Not a Wingless Angel

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Dimpled

On closing my laptop suddenly, I looked directly at her face, she stood without a smile, looking at me sharply.

" What's up in? You why?"

He remained silent, then advanced closer to me who was sitting on the sofa. Then, she opened her legs and climbed into my lap slowly, we were still fighting each other.

" Do you not need me anymore Dim?"

He asked in a soft voice, his eyes still sharp as an angry person,

" you mean?" I'm confused, I don't think I made any mistakes at the end of this. Until this afternoon everything was still going as usual. We had breakfast and lunch with the kids, "why is he like this now?" my question is in my heart.

" You no longer touch me, no longer kiss me, no longer ask to be warmed by me, do you no longer need me?"

I immediately smiled with relief at the explanation of the words - he said earlier.

" Of course I need you, honey, but I don't want you..."

My sentence was interrupted by a sweet attack from Di's lips, without me noticing I even groaned, Di swept his tongue across the space in my mouth, sucking slowly my tongue made me challenged to puff his tongue. My hands have begun to move and squeeze Di's butt, I know very well that there is a weakness in Di. Her tone would get more and more agitated every time I squeezed her butt, sure enough, she started to move her buttocks on my thighs, her hands were busy unbuttoning the shorts I was wearing, she said, putting his hand inside and holding full of the thing inside, I groaned again. Then Di raised the bottom of his negligee, I just realized that he was not wearing underwear, just for a moment, just a moment, he has managed to make our bodies together and we are equally groaning for the pleasure of unity that we have been unable to feel for almost 3 months. In the beginning the action moved back and forth and twisted his buttocks, while continuing to kiss my lips, gently stroking my face, neck and chest which was still covered in a T-shirt. His movements were getting faster and more lustful, releasing his lips, looking up while inviting my hands to touch his chest which was getting plump since giving birth, then.. Down drowning on my lap, his forehead pinned to my forehead, his breath hunting irregularly, his eyes still closed enjoying the release of passionate desire...

" i just don't want you to be sick. I really need you." I said, then gently kissed her lips.

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After feeling strong, Di asked me to soak together with warm water, I obeyed. We sat face to face leaning back and head against the wall of the bathtub, looking at each other and giving caresses. Before long, Di inched forward, opening wide my legs and also his legs, he again asked to be put together, his eyes twitching spoiled looking at me, I smiled. We were back in the race, with the hunting breath, the sigh that came out of Di's mouth made me even more tense and excited to give a bang, his hand still coiled around my shoulder... We moved in rhythm, giving each other a beating, and I felt the pleasure pulse from Di's body that had groaned and tensed his body, closed his eyes again and looked up, but I who have not yet reached the peak of love, keep stomping,

" I love you Di.." I cried slowly.

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" You went to the store today, Dim?

" I have to go to some store today yank... Maybe go home a little late, don't you think pa?" ask me about Di.

" No pa pa pa. but not too late also dong yank. "pinta Di spoiled.

" Yes dear.... Yeah...." I answered, then stood up and hugged her.

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Fetish

I saw the clock on the wall of the room, it's been half eleven nights. But Dimas hasn't returned from his job. I breathed a heavy breath, never before had Dimas come home this late, my heart arrived - suddenly scared and anxious.

pings

pings

I picked up the HP lying on the small table beside my bed, opening the incoming message. A series of numbers I don't know, I opened the message. There are 2 photos of the same number, showing Dimas who was in a restaurant laughing and chatting with a beautiful woman. They sat face to face with admiring gazes, I replied to the WA message, I said,

who this?,

then I sent, but one check...

Long and no answer

My heart started to fret, is there still a secret that Dimas kept from me? I don't know the woman in the picture at all, did Dimas just know her? So many questions that need answers but I can't find answers other than having to ask Dimas directly. I searched Dimas's name on the phone and called him... Inactivated. Dimas turned off his phone, why? I tried to cheer the heart if the phone is out of power, because it has become a habit Dimas, forget to charge HP.

It's 12pm and Dimas hasn't come home yet, his phone isn't active.

pings

pings

I re-opened the incoming WA message, still the same number as the sender of the message. Two photos of Dimas walking side by side into the hotel. "This is Dim... This isn't you, is it yank?" I said in my heart, but I couldn't help but feel the pain of looking at the photos, I dropped my body on the floor and leaned against the bed, assuring me it wasn't my Dimas... or indeed he was but what happened was not what I had in mind.