Delilah - Past

Already inside the bathtub, Delilah reclines and plays with the foam guiding the small icebergs through the water. As the hot water softens her body, she takes a deep breath and slowly closes her eyes. After a short time, Delilah feels her head spin, a sensation similar to arriving home after long hours drinking at the bar. But she knows it’s something else - it’s not the first time this has happened and she knows well what is going to happen next.

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The index finger runs down Delilah’s profile from the forehead and ends on the mouth that kisses it. The first rays of sun touch half of their faces which look at each other as if bewitched and cannot stop smiling. Samson caresses her lips with his thumb while wetting his with his tongue. Her hands guide his hair behind his ears and caress his jaw. With a slow movement, he comes out of her while at the same time their lips touch and kiss deeply. The tongues curl, the saliva mixes.

Through the window you can hear other lives that start their day. After a short time, the couple falls asleep on their side, facing each other, exhausted from the night of exchanging words and caresses.

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Delilah returns to the present life and opens her eyes. The water cooled and the foam dissolved completely. She stands up, grabs the red towel and rubs herself. The skin prickles and the nipples that are sensitive to the touch feel hard. With the hand on the towel, she presses the breasts to control the desire.

- Why do you still make me feel this way?

Thomas knocks on the door.

- Are you okay, Dede? I’m about to order lunch. Do you fancy anything in particular?

- Single rule, cat ...

- I know, no meat, no fish...