Chapitre 1: put it in
"Come on, baby, you can do it. Just keep going and don't stop. Please don't stop, I feel it, I feel it inside me."
These were my wife Jane's words during our intimate relationship, in which I was supposed to experience the same feelings and sensations she did. Yet I was empty, my mind occupied with another girl's lips. I could feel her lips calling to me without words, burning with a passion that devoured my mind.
I always wondered what was wrong with me and why I couldn't get over her. Why couldn't I feel my climax except with her? Why couldn't I forget the sound of her screams in my ears as she told me, "Put it in all the way and make me cry and beg for your mercy, but don't respond to it."
In a moment when I forgot myself and became lost between her seductive eyes in a way I couldn't resist, my wife spoke to me and said:
"What's wrong, Alex? Why did you stop? Why do I find you absent even though I'm here?"
I answered her nervously, stumbling over my words — "Uh… I… I'm sorry… I don't know… I was… busy with some thoughts…"
"Alex, this is not the first time this has happened. You know that I know this, but I didn't want to mention it. It hurts me inside. Do you think I'm stupid and didn't notice that you no longer care about me? You no longer talk to me. You don't even ask me about my day. I'm trying to make you happy as much as I can. I'm trying to give everything I can, but I can't hide anymore. I thought it would be like this for a short time and then things would change, but it has gotten worse, and I no longer feel you present even in your intimate relationship with me. Is it possible that you no longer love me?"
Those were my wife's words to me, her eyes filled with tears.
I couldn't find the words to defend myself. I sat in silence, her words echoing in my ears, her tear-filled eyes weighing my heart down with guilt. I couldn't respond. I couldn't face the truth she was speaking so openly. I left the house burdened with silence, trying to breathe fresh air and rediscover myself, but the truth was clear, and I had known it for years. I never loved my wife. Even in my desire for her, it did not reach even half of what I feel when I am near Angela. Yes, that is her name — "Angela."
The only girl who knew all my flaws, who accepted my weaknesses at times, her presence in my life was always different. I haven't been able to forget her even though five years have passed now. She still appears in my dreams, naked, searching for my tongue to satisfy what's between her legs. And like every time, I made her wish I would never end, and I wished I could stay there forever.
My marriage to Jane happened a week after my breakup with Angela, as if I wanted revenge. I wanted to prove that I could live without her, that I could move on as though she were nothing more than a mirage that had passed through my life. But I couldn't.
I walked through the city streets aimlessly, wandering only in the hope that my guilt toward my wife would lessen and that my longing for Angela would stop. Then, in a moment, I found myself standing in front of a nightclub. The lights were shimmering, the music piercing the silence inside me in a strange way. It reminded me of her again—my first meeting with her had also been in a club, and that was the night I truly began to live.
Something pulled me inside, as if fate were guiding me. I entered slowly, every step filled with anticipation, every sensation seeming charged with electricity. I sat on a chair in a quiet corner of the club, watching people dance and move to the music while I was lost, not knowing what had brought me to that place at that time of night. Suddenly, among the crowd, I saw a familiar figure swaying to the music—long hair that took me back to the past, irresistible rosy lips. I stood there stunned, my heart beating unbelievably fast. It was her—"Angela."
I sat there shocked, trying to understand how coincidence, with such mysterious force, had managed to bring us together again in a nightclub, as if it knew all the memories, the pain, and the longing, placing me face to face with everything I had been unable to confront for years.
But that wasn't what mattered now. What mattered was that she was in front of me. Every detail of her controlled all my senses. Every step she took, every glance, reminded me of old memories, of a passion that had not died, of feelings I thought I had lost forever. I couldn't move my legs. I couldn't utter a word. I felt as if I were standing before something legendary, something beyond any description that could cross my mind.
I rose from the chair quickly so I wouldn't lose her again. Every step felt as though it was dragging me toward her against my will, as if coincidence itself were leading me. When I approached her, I felt as though everything around us had disappeared, as if the world had become nothing but light and shadows surrounding us. I placed my hand on her shoulder and I turned her around forcefully until her sweet chest pressed against mine. Our breaths mingled, each glance carrying with it years of memories, longing, and tension that I could not overcome. She looked at me with eyes full of wonder, hurt, and yearning, then spoke in a trembling but sharp voice:
— "Alex, what are you doing here? Were you looking for me? And what made you turn me like that? We're not together anymore, don't you remember?"
I took a deep breath to steady myself and tried not to be drawn to her sweet lips, then answered in a sharp voice:
"I admit it was a mistake, but you know I didn't love her. It was just a mistake, a one-night thing."
She smiled in a way that carried many meanings—a silent but powerful smile—then said:
"I forgot about that night. I'm talking about your wife… Her name is Jane, isn't it?"
In my astonishment, I replied, "How do you know her name? But before that, how can you say you forgot about that night when it was the reason for our breakup and your leaving me?"
She answered sharply and said:
It was a difficult time, and it passed. What was I supposed to do when I saw you sleeping with a girl, fondling her breasts by candlelight, and where? In our room! But even so, I tried to convince myself that she was just a passing fancy and that you didn't love her. But after you married another girl shortly after we broke up, I realized I was wrong and that you were never interested in our relationship.
I sighed slowly and moved closer to her, then said:
If it were indifference… I wouldn't be unable to forget you now, or to remember the most vivid details of us together. Even my sexual attraction to you never stopped. If you doubt that, you can confirm it below—it's stronger now than at any moment I've spent with my wife in the past five years. If we were somewhere else, I would be doing what I do best between your legs, forcefully, and I know you wouldn't be able to resist me. Yes, I made a mistake—an unforgivable one—but not because I didn't love you. It was because I was a fool, afraid of the depth of what I felt. I ran from you because you were the only real thing in my life, and real things are frightening.
She swallowed with difficulty, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, as if the words she had heard had shattered her balance. She tried to appear indifferent, but her downward glance revealed how weak she felt near him. Then she said:
"Please, move it away from me a little. I don't want to fall into its trap. I promised myself over and over that I wouldn't repeat the same mistake. You know I'm weak around you, but don't try to use that. Our relationship is not what it used to be. You are a married man now, and this needs to end here and now."
Breathing heavily, I answered her and said:
"Am I seeing you put your hand on it now and pretend that I'm the one to blame? Angela, you're driving me crazy, and I can't take it anymore."
I placed my hand firmly on her buttocks and tightened it, then…
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