The way she was sleeping reminding my beautiful days. Teenage time!
Yes, trying to be honest. My first ever love, physical exposure and sexuality with a lady senior to me. It's like a fish inside a matured woman. She provoked and I withered, in a better way I rejuvenated.
The first interaction between us on an empty road. Later on that went onto the bed. Our meeting and finally going through pain of separation.
What a tragic love story it could be, but we United with a baby. She was 30, and I was just 16.
My expenditures were bourn by her. She did everything for me with faith and I followed her with pure sexual sensuality. Our built-in relationship shattered a lot of family friends but we remained intact.
Last year when she passed away due to COVID I broke. My broken 💔 still reminds those days.
Early morning education, then to college and finally at night spending time with her in the bed with fun-filled night. Our life changed in a decade.
Yesterday's first early morning call from US made me feel complete when our next life uttered - Papa, I know you miss Mama, do you miss me?
I replied - I recall both of you through our beds. I imagine everyday all previous incidents related to us. Happy?
We spoke at length and she said - reaching you in the next week.
I saw my beds are smiling, the lights glittering and the air - can't express through words as my vocabularies are limited.
© mystiic