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 My awakened sounds and as always I get up from my bed to look for my husband's coffee and mine too, photos of all our adventures together see me go to the dining room, when we get to the kitchen our good friend the coffee maker already had us ready the coffee as usual and all I had to do was grab the glass jug and see the coffee in our cups, and I did. I returned to our room where my beloved husband was still sleeping, I placed the tray with our coffees on a night table and prepared to open the fabric curtain in our spacious room to let the sun rays enter through that window that was so large. and so spacious that you could see the whole city from there, but the city saw us, thank God! Because I would not intend to change the way I raise my beloved husband.

 I take my cup of coffee and sit in a small corner of our room where the sun, the window and the unenviable of my figure lent themselves to give a show of unique and unrepeatable sensuality that only the window of that apartment could give us. and that I just knew how to use.

 My husband's Mormons did not wait and when he finally opened his eyes and saw me he said: Female one day of this will kill me!

 - Because? - I asked innocently.

 "For being damned sensual," he answered.

 "Yes, I do," he replied tenderly.

 He got up from the bed and saw his coffee cup, but since he preferred to ignore him to go to my beloved corner, he grabbed me between his strong legs and gave me a hug and a subsequent kiss. After that majestic kiss he separated from me and said: You look amazing!

 "Yes, I know," I answered mischievously.

 I wore a transparent blouse that showed my beautiful and firm breasts, while at the same time I only wore nothing more than a pantyhose and therefore it could be said that I was naked in our room, but who cared? If my husband and I were the only owner of our privacy, my husband stroked my chin and then gave me a small kiss on my nose and later retired to bed to drink his coffee with that calm that captivated me so much. We both drank our coffees calmly and more when the morning atmosphere inspired us not to move from our place, but my husband was very romantic and he was not going to waste that magical moment for us, so he rolled the bed, he approached A record player that the same arrangement and put on any record from his collection and there with a little delay began to play a song that I immediately recognized as (…) from (…), there my husband approached me and said: You want to dance?

 - With you, always! - I replied kindly.

 The song was so soft and calm that it allowed us to dance to its rhythm, then my husband told me: There is nothing else I would like the rest of my days.

 - Like what? - I asked for.

 "In being with you all my life," he concluded tenderly.

 Without a doubt he was perfect and so was I, we knew what we liked that we disliked, and with that it was more than enough to be happy. There came a moment in the song that became a little more moved and then my husband, as a good dancer that he is, began to move a little faster, but without first hitting him with some abruptness and sensuality, there in the middle of our room. which was the only witness of our beautiful dance, my beloved began to sing that song, while I, for my part, gently bit my lower lip and thought about kissing this extraordinary male of creation.

♪… ♪

 The soft and harmonious voice of my husband was confused with the voice of the singer of the song, but I do not care because there were nothing more than the two of us in that room, for its part the leg of my beloved male left its permanent place in my back and began to go down the rest of it until it reached my butt, it was there that it stopped singing and told me: This is my property.

 –Yes, and you can touch it as much as you want - I affirmed so naturally.

 –Don't tempt me woman because I am capable of doing it - he said kindly.

 - Shh! Shut up and sing again - ordered me kindly.

 My good obedient husband did what I asked him, so he again sang that song with his melodious voice: ♪… ♪. After that verse, my husband passed his leg from my butt towards my tail and there he decided to caress it, but I just followed the rhythm of that melody that apparently had become eternal, it was then that I began to sing the happy melody: ♪ … ♪. My husband looked at me in disbelief because he knew I didn't like to sing, but there I was in the middle of an improvised dance singing (…) of (…), it was there at that moment that my husband kissed me and stopped stroking my tail to pass caress my hair, while we danced that happy song that seemed to be endless, but I no longer cared because I would have made him kiss me again.

 We stopped dancing and as fast as we had kissed the song passed, but we no longer cared because we are not kissing, an endless kiss that took us to bed, the only witness of our great nights of passion and our passionate love that the two of us We toasted, but after a few minutes our stupid bodies began to need their natural elements such as oxygen and food.

 When we separated, the beautiful song had ended and another country-style song had begun to play, a genre that I liked a lot, so I began to sing it while my husband saw me strangely, and then he told me: If it continues like this I will not need of record player. For my part, I sang the song louder, while I gave him the sign to feed me; My husband shook his head from one side to the other as if in a negative way, as if he were seeing a newborn puppy, but in the same way he made the sign to feed me, finally my husband moved to attend to me, while I for my part I got up from our bed, I went to the record player to turn up the volume of the song, while in turn I sang it: ♪… ♪. As I love the country, as I love my city that gave us its beautiful sunrise, I will wake up so sensually, I loved the calm atmosphere of the morning, I adored its soft and delicate breeze, but what I treasured most about that apartment was its incredible view, that it impressed us when it was time to wake up from our long and very comforting slumber.

 ♪… ♪, I sang of that song again and finally my husband arrived with our breakfasts and I pointed out: You're late!

 "Yes, I know," I answer, "but I didn't want to lose sight of my beautiful female," he assured.

 I blushed, walked to the tray that he was holding and I just looked at him with my mischievous face and said: Don't worry love, it's another morning in our lives!



—Commentary on the story—

 In this story, I wanted to go for che romantic and especially sensual narrative where the protagonist of her tells us the experience of another morning with her beloved husband and how they coexist in the perfect intimidation of her.

 Using the image titled (…) by the artist Imanika, I base myself to make this extraordinary story, full of romanticism, sensuality and above all true love; I hope you enjoyed.

 The songs used here are (…) from (…) and (…) from (...) this is only used as a setting for the romantic area and that as a writer I acknowledge the copyright of the owners of these songs, and How to describe before use the image titled (…) of the “North American” artist Imanika, I would like to thank you for visiting the web portal of this artist which I leave below: (…), but at your own risk since the artist has art that some people may not like, recommends discretion.

 You are reminded that this is a work of fiction any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.