Mon amour Page #4

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and I love him.

But since we've been married,

I can't reach orgasm with him.

Why? What's wrong?

It's only been six months

since our wedding

and things seem to get more boring,

flavourless and banal

every day.

What happened to all

the enthusiasm, surprise, fun

and craziness we had before?

August 27 th.

Dario almost caught me

masturbating.

I pretended to be asleep

when I heard him come in.

He saw me naked and ready

on the bed

but he didn't even touch me.

Has he gone off me?

No, I know that he loves me,

but he doesn't screw me.

And when he does

I'd prefer it if he didn't!

August 28th.

I've got to get my head in order.

It must be those frescoes at

Palazzo Te, Jupiter's hard cock.

Yes, cock. I said, cock!

It's wonderful to say it!

Cock! Cock!

I want to shout it from the balcony.

Cock!

It'd be funny if Dario

knew what I wrote in here!

I almost allowed myself

to be screwed by a stranger.

He slapped my ass

while I was looking at

Giulio Romano's frescoes.

If that group of students

hadn't shown up,

I'd have let that stranger f*** me.

As luck would have it,

I saw him at the festival party.

He grabbed me by the arm

and dragged off to dance.

He didn't care about dancing

and neither did I!

He wanted to find a secluded corner

where he could screw me without

the others and my husband seeing.

What a turn on to do it

with Dario nearby!

He didn't give me time

to catch my breath.

He realised I had no panties on

and slid a finger in my p*ssy.

I didn't resist when he pushed

my head down onto his dick.

Rotten slut!

So she wasn't just fantasising

in the bathroom!

Dario had a hard on too

when we got back to the hotel.

He was weird, agitated.

It was as if he'd seen something

and wanted to know more.

I followed Silvia's advice:

don't tell him everything, appear

honest, but leave him in doubt.

August 30th.

I finally know his name.

By a quirk of fate, he's called Leon,

like the man in the book

that Dario gave me to read.

He shouldn't have given it to me.

If you play with fire,

you're going to get burned.

Leon invited me to lunch

at an eatery by the river.

No panties!

I wouldn't have worn them anyway.

I feel shameless, with Leon

I'm willing to do anything.

Above all, I don't feel guilty,

Dario's not losing out.

With Leon it's like eating food

I've never tasted before.

I've got to tell Silvia about it,

I've arranged to go

to Abano with her.

Careful, you'll leave a mark!

- What are you doing?

- Leaving a mark.

I want to go crazy up your ass!

Now relax.

We'll be back later with some rocks

for the "Stone Therapy".

- Do you believe that therapy works?

- Like f***!

I believe in c*cks not rocks!

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