Moments

Nothing like a desire, a previous desire to transform the situation. The telephone rang while the woman was sleeping or dreaming. The desire to have the lasts love shouts.

She: Hello?
He: Were you sleeping?
She: Yes, I was. I got up to answer the phone.
He: Why did nobody answer the last call?
She: Oh, I'm alone here.
He: Did you forget me?
She: No.
He: I don't know. I'd go there, but you are sleeping.
She: I'm not sleeping. I got up, honey.
He: Then, can I see you?
She: Yeah!
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They sit on the sofa. They talked a little, some questions and some silly things were told.
They closer.

He: What am I going to earn on Dia dos Namorados?
 [They kissed and hugged]
It became strong. They didn't speak anymore.
The hands moved and touched some parts of the body. The respiration became intense, the kisses around the lips.
On woman's bed they made love, or had a sex. It was a memory, without words. That moment, that moment... It wasn't the first time there. The bed has already watched that love.
The emotion... Someone could arrive. How come? There was a plan. Any noisy they'd run to room. Ahhhhh.
He had an orgasm, left the bedroom and dressed up. So, they returned to room and restart that silly conversation.