The first time I saw Andreas it never crossed my mind that I would end up in bed with him, nevertheless married. Now, now he’s touching my butt and I like it so much I forget how to function. I like that he’s touching me, I like where he is touching me but more that he’s making sure that I like it. He makes me forget. My body seems to know what to do. The tingling sensation between my legs gets stronger as his touch turns rougher. I know that the thing between his legs, the scariest part of him is pressing against my thighs getting harder and I can’t help but notice his breaths deepening as his hips roll under me. In other circumstances I would be embarrassed by how my body tightens in some places and loosens in others but for once I don’t care. His nails will surely leave marks on my butt. When his hands lowered my panties, I hid my smile against my knuckles. I shouldn’t had worn my long pajamas; he wouldn’t be struggling with the extra fabric. The light coming from the morni

The rainy season has made my husband grumpy. A series of events had made him leave the house at irregular times for long periods. The overflow of the river lost cattle, fallen fences and the drowned crop has made it hell for the workers. They are tired of fighting mother nature. This season they expect a more forgiving mother nature but that’s one of the many repercussions. The power has gone out for the third time tonight so instead of secluding ourselves inside our bedrooms Carla and I have taken camp in the living room. Candles and gas lamps fill the room with soft light, are pretty cozy with the fireplace on and weighted blankets keeping us warm while outside rainfall heavily. “Do you think they will be safe out there?” Andreas has been away for far too long, a glimpse of him since yesterday is all I got. “He’s going to come home soon.” Her tone no longer reassures me that he will. She’s worried too. Home. After so long I’ve begun to think like it, t

We woke tangled in bed, my back to his front. The curtains were drawn, the only light coming in was barely enough to differentiate our surroundings. His arm and leg were dropped over me, keeping me locked in. My human made jail breathed deeply behind me as his arm tightened. “You slept like the dead.” I said softly. “Look who’s talking.” “You passed out right away, I had to stay here awake all by myself.” “All by yourself.” He turns me around to watch his the astonished expression on his face. “Woman, I’ve been working non stop under the pouring rain. Pushing cattle, lifting weight and helping families.” I struck some type of nerve. “I was right next to you. Alone, come on.” “Yeah, well.” It was hard to come up with something. And when the corners of his mouth curved I gave up. “Oh shut up big brute.” “I’m not even saying anything.” Annoyance filled me. Whatever I had been trying to do failed. I didn’t even understand my constant neediness and expressing it had been worse. B

Andrea’s POV She’s a small lump under the covers, only her hair is visible from where I stand. Even from this distance her presence awakens something in me. The little game she had tried to pull on me, the way her eyes darkened when I treated to punish her. My little lamb, so innocent. She had no idea what she was doing. Stirring the darkness, the hidden desire in me. There wasn’t any way that I could introduce her. And then the call. That goddamn woman kept pestering me. Word had gotten around about my sudden nuptials. I didn’t fall for the story, her wanting to congratulate me was nothing but her way to try to get it. I had wasted too much time with mindless sex, that was in my past and I made sure it stayed there. This was my chance to build a family for myself, for once in my life to do something right and for the look of it Rebecca was the woman for me. I just had to find a way to stop myself, to get my head out of the gutter and learn how to be the right man for her. Sta

Is a recurring theme, some time overnight he crawls into my bed and lays on top of the covers. He pulls me close to his body and falls asleep. I’m never awake when he comes or goes, I just wake up with him wrapped around me and then go back to sleep. Maybe he pretends that he can’t feel or hear whenever I try to pry myself away, and there’s the smell of alcohol. Not a lot but enough to know that he’s been drinking regularly. This time I don’t care about his well-being, I don’t care that I might wake him up. He’s smothering me and almost choking me with his arm pressed to my neck. Prying his arm up and off so I can finally breath normal. He’s literally sprawled over the mattress, fully clothed, even with boots. I should kick him off, wake up and ask him to get out. The bottled-up anger makes me want to pinch his handsome face. The sun is rising, and the warm colors are seeping in through the open curtain. I bet my good leg that he’s about to wake and for the first time both will