I am a woman whose blood rises quickly. Maybe more than other women… But, I found support in my neighbor, since my boyfriend has long since forgotten to make love to me…
My story is interesting. I met my husband at a hotel party exactly five years ago. We were celebrating March 8, a bunch of women from my ministry, where I work. There were three men at a table a little further from us, and while they were drinking coffee, one of them kept his eyes on me. His look made me curious: Did he know me from somewhere or was he seeing me for the first time?
And, as it happened, during that party it occurred to me how to find the opportunity offered to me, to learn why he was looking at me so intently. And, suddenly, after apologizing to the friends I had next to me, I went to the toilet, maybe I needed to wash my hands…
Well, it wasn’t even two minutes late and he was at the door of the toilet…
“Huh, why do you keep looking at me? Who are you?” I said.
“It doesn’t matter who I am, but it matters that I liked you at first sight”, he replied.
“And, you think that with one look you make me yours?!”, I answered quickly, getting ready to leave the toilet.
But, instead of answering, he grabbed my arm and kissed me on the cheek like lightning. Confused, I know my legs are shaking and I raised my hand to slap him, but he was even faster and, after stopping my hand, he frantically kissed me on the lips and left the toilet in front of me…
And, after a stay at the bar with friends, we got up to go out. He also came after us, separating from his company…
The next event unfolded as it unfolded and now I am married to him… At first we had a very active life, he wanted to make love every day, but now he no longer wants to. I don’t know why?! We rarely, very rarely make love. Well, this is annoying me, because I’m 39 years old and I’m feeling the need for love every day.
So, after a lot of guesswork, I surrendered to my neighbor, who every time he saw me from the window of his apartment that I was coming, he would go to the door, maybe by chance, and greet me, once even shaking my hand… Well, one day and said to me: “Neighbor, why don’t you ever stop to drink a coffee with me? You know that my wife died and I always drink coffee by myself”.
And, it happened as it happened and one day I turned my heart to stone and stopped to drink coffee in his apartment, because I knew very well that my husband was at work at that time and there was no possibility of him returning to the apartment in time. After bringing the coffees, he also brought two glasses and a bottle of wine. He opened it and filled the glasses halfway. We raised it as a toast and soon they were empty…
After that we ended up flirting and went to his bedroom and made love…
I haven’t felt this good in a while…
Since that day we continue to meet whenever I can and we have also started to connect spiritually with each other…
And, only God knows how long it will last like this…