Sticky, sharp and sugary

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I can tell you this is wonderful. Having a small cottage by the river for Anya and yourself. And the most important and the best, no one knows about it (except, of course, Tibor, who lent us a cottage for weekends...true friend). Really the most beautiful thing that two-in-love introvert can have.

'Good morning,' we said to each other and kissed.

Then I took things out of the fridge and put them on the table. (Pinderella, pickles, butter, cheese, tomatoes...)

'This full moon killed me this night ... I fell asleep, but I was in some half-asleep and had some weird dreams,' I said because I knew that philosophy would follow. I love our philosophical discussions.

'Well, listen...we are 60/70% water...And, since the moon operates on the tide...it's not weird...And that half-dream and strange dreams ... It is possible that this hypnogogia ... I know that this phenomenon was a phenomenon that was responsible for Dáli's paintings ... When I am already talking about it, we could later paint together,' she said and enjoyed every moment of explanation.

'Oh, how I love this philosophy of yours and explaining things that people don't normally talk about... I just apologize for a minute, I need to pee, these water sounds make me do it...there must be a name for that phenomenon, haha', before I got out, we laughed at each other and kissed again.

In the meantime, when I got out, my phone got a message from Aunt Sarah: 'Thank you, cutie ❤'( Message arrived because I helped her install everything she needed on her phone ... There are only two problems ...I don't speak about my family and I have only written the name of my aunt because I hate her, and Anja has big problems with jealousy).

I came in. And she said: 'Love, I have a surprise for you.' Part of me knew something was wrong, but at that point I didn't ask anything. She just took off my belt and tied me up with to a radiator that was close. I kept my mouth shut because she took the glass of jam and pickles from the table and threw them on the floor.

'That's for Sarah, huh? You know I don't like plum jam. ', she was angry and sad and at first nothing was clear to me.

'What are you talking about?'

'What? About this...', shows me a message. Before I couldn't say anything, she just started slapping me...

In those moments I tried to explain to her what kind of relationship I have with my family and apologized for forgetting about the plum jam. And she knew me well enough and knew I wasn't lying.

...

'Okay, I believe you... and you're just mine, don't get caught with another... and next time you buy another fucking jam... and just so you know...you won't be unpunished...it is because you always keep quiet when it comes to family,' I didn’t listen to her anymore because she caught me by the neck and then again she gave me that icy blue, burning gaze...I got hard and she started kissing me. She caught my balls with her little hand, but she pressed them with all her strength. I enjoyed every second of the pain and I enjoyed that she enjoyed my helplessness...she slowly started jerking me off and she used her tongue till I started cumming.

'And I'm sorry for the jam and pickles...and for all this...now everything is sticky, sharp and sugary ... and yet the ants will come,' now she was sorry.

I'm not sorry. Except you were sad and angry... the rest was so hot...i'm sorry, in the future I'm going to tell you more... and for the jam and pickles... well, love is also sticky, sharp and sugary mixture. Come on, I'm not mad. We'll clean up together.

She gave me a smile and we went clean.

And how could you be mad at her? because my friend, you know that not one day without her smile will be the same.