Kiss my lips like I’m the air you need..
Taste my body like its the only thing that has ever and will ever fill you..
Hold me like my body is your anchor…
Set my body on fire…
Forget about the ache in your heart..
Forget about making love..
Forget about connecting with my lonely soul…
Make my body come alive..
Make me moan..
Make me scream your name..
Make me shiver in lust..
Make me beg for more..
Make me forget about the rest of the world…
Make me forget about the ache deep within..
Make me forget about me..
Make me forget about him..
And I will make you forget about her..
Forget about my heart…My soul..My head…
Forget about loving me..
Forget about making me yours..
Forget about a life time together..
Let us just think about this moment in time..
As long as you set my body on fire..
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Bring Back The Light..
He Breathes..
He breathes..
Forbidden Love Part 2
In any other world he could tell the difference. The difference between just one of my girl friends and the love of my life, the adventure I’m going through, the woman who makes a shiver go down my spine just from her gaze. We sit acrooss from each other with him in the room right next to ours. Talking about the latest novel we read but not really concentrating because I want to tear her clothes off with my teeth. The thoughts are rampaging through my mind more and more today because of the fact that we might get caught.
“So how is it going with you ladies” Ahmed says,pulling me away from my delicious fantasy.
“oh everything is just great, it seems your wife is not only beautiful but also brilliant” Anaise responded with a coy smile around her face. Teasing him with her words she continued the conversation with him as he sat next to me and listened attentively.
How blissfully ignorant he is,I thought to myself. The three of us talked about politics( which my husband fully explained they are not for women as we are too emotional) then moved on to books( again he clearly stated his sexist remarks here) and began talking about hair and clothes and finally he got bored and just stared out into space.
After an hour I told him I’m going with Anaise to get my hair done and we left with the driver dropping us off at Anaise’s house. The moment we got through the door our clothes flew off as if we were on fire, she kissed me everywhere and made me feel pleasure from places I didn’t even know existed.
” Isn’t Ahmed going to realize your hair looks the same and suspect you lied?” Anaise asked while moving her hands slowly up and down my tummy after our blissfully tiring lovemaking.
“Not at all, he has never really acquired the power of observation” I laughed as I answered her. The truth is Ahmed never notices the little changes I try to do to make myself pretty for him, he never even tells me he thinks I am beautiful, so is it wrong that I fell in love with such a magnificent French beauty who thinks that I am a goddess?!
To be continued….