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ove. My husband thrusting in and out of my body, his tempo frenzy, desperate,

n the endless pleasure he was giving me. I

really vulnerable or I mistook it with my emot

better, I would think it was an order, but I caugh

y ones. Beautiful, his eyes were so b

eyes again." He

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ould kiss his eyebrows, his nose, his eyelids. I pushed my face up and caught his lips, soon

was so

t missing any chance to touch his perf

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, but I didn't

ed to and only then I could see his passionate side. Most of time I would grow a sense o

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l and swept us off with it's heavenly prize. H

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ove me, he w

I can't breathe. He is not here, he'

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my bed and took a

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out him was not the same, it felt so lonely. I was lonely with him too, not being able to touch him when

e, my mother passed away when I was eight, so I am the only

rs, I had imagined a lot of scenarios where I am grazing stars with Shraf, my husband, our fingers tangled with one another.

thinking of answers of the one que

id I go

itinerary perfectly, no mistakes, no error. He hated mistakes, he was a perfectionist, my perfect husband. Till yesterday, I thought I was perfect for him, I thought I

nd pushed with the power of billowy waves. I cried, cried my heart out after all these years thinking all those little

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t! Why wouldn't be? He didn't sacrifice anything in this marriage, I did.

et my marriage break so easily, h