I go to bed with satisfaction, soaking up everything because there is nothing better than lying in your bed when there is nowhere you need to be and nothing you have to do for the rest of the day. It's Saturday, a day off, and I have no idea how Travis wants to spend it.Speaking of which ... where is he? I wonder, turning my head to look at her empty side of the bed.I'm about to take off the covers and look for him in the small apartment when the bedroom door opens and Travis's face peeks out of it."I'm glad you finally woke up, he waits there," he tells me and disappears again before he has a chance to open his mouth to ask why.About a minute later, the door slowly opens again, but this time Travis walks through, carrying in his hands a wooden tray with a plate full of food and a small white vase that holds a single red rosebud, which he carefully walks up to me on the bed."Happy white day!" He says cheerfully as he places the tray on my blan

"Travis, I wanted to tell you something, and now is probably the best time to tell you while you still have endorphins running throughout your body""What is it?""Well, so cute and considerate that it was your idea about hot springs, the truth is that hot springs do not help people like me with liver and kidney problems. It's mainly for people who want to detox their bodies" I say, wrinkling my face at having to tell him the bad news."So bringing you here isn't going to help you in any way?""I wouldn't say that. I needed the massage and the weekend getaway just to relax and feel like me again, and this" I say, deliberately squeezing the tight inner muscles around him. "He'll make anyone feel better" I say with a smile."I can't argue with that," he says, smiling with satisfaction, then wraps his hand around the back of my neck to give me a long and passionate kiss on the lips.I feel something twist deep inside me and when we part from ou

- It is also true, but deep down in all this, they are the same type of tree. Just think, sakura trees produce flowers year after year despite the short life of those flowers and they do not produce any fruit. The effort seems futile, but keep doing it anyway and it ends up benefiting us with its beauty. So if you look at it that way, we admire the two trees for their toughness and not just their outward appearance.I turn my head to look Travis directly in the eye and he meets my gaze with his.- You only know how to speak to escape a difficult situation, right?- Luis always said that I have a way with words. And I congratulate you for turning that tree into a test with a hidden personal agenda, ”he says with his eyes shining playfully at me.- I don't know what you're talking about, I was admiring the trees, but thank you. It's nice to know that you like hanamis for a better reason than most people.- Do you know that I could be full of th

Would it be wrong for me to mention to Travis that his birthday used to be the same day that Japan and elite countries used to celebrate Respect for Aging Day? I think so. Also, he is angry at all the jokes that he has received and continues to receive for being with someone much younger than him.However, I must admit that even some jokes are quite funny, like having a parent-teacher conference when we went to see my parents. I mean, what can you do? You can get mad and hit the ground all the time (I tried for a while until Blanca threatened to remove the town repair costs from my paycheck) or access the jokes on a case-by-case basis and take them from there. Seeing how the majority of the people have learned to accept or ignore us.It's hard to believe that Travis is almost 35 today, 34 to be exact and here I am barely 24 years old. However, it is easy to put the age difference aside, when the man you are with appears to be at the same level of maturity as you and wh

Seeing how we have repositioned ourselves and back to where we left off, Travis Number Two stands very close to me so that I can continue right where he also left off, holding my hair to continue kissing and sucking on the back, the sides of my neck and the curves of my shoulders.I'm getting used to this extravagance of kisses when I feel two pairs of hands on me, one pair rubbing up and down my sides while the other pair gently glide up and down my bare arms, and while both touches are relatively innocent. , the double sensation is turning me on much faster than if it had been just a pair of hands.And then the hands start to wander and the touches are less and less innocent. A pair of hands rub up and down the outside of my thighs, causing my already short skirt to sit a little higher with each stroke. Meanwhile, another pair of hands is slowly beginning to unzip the back of my dress. It's Travis Number Two, and as he slowly reveals every inch of my bareback, he pla