My Fortty So Me Thing

Chapter 15

Joana

It's so wonderful when we feel like we're in love with someone. That person was Maurício, who came into my life like a saving angel.

After that night when we almost made love, I had to take a cold shower to calm my little p***y, which was very needy. I hadn't had s*x in months. The last time was with my cheating ex.

Now, looking back, I see that God was wonderful, putting a man in my life who was crazy about me. Let's forget about the traitor and think about a beautiful future that was emerging in my life.

The night my hot Hades left, I had to hit a siririca to relieve myself. It was his fault for leaving me ruined for any man.

I was lying in a nightgown that I had seen in an underwear store and loved. Red, with lace, which made me look very sexy. That same day I bought a cotton baby doll, with a Piu Piu print.

I knew it was childish, but I still loved wearing it. However, since it was wet, I decided to wear that nightgown. I remembered that if my mother saw it, she would say that it was a teenager thing and that women like me should wear flannel pajamas and not a super sexy nightgown. If I were going to follow all of my mother's crazy things, I would have already attempted to take my own life.

Sometimes I wish I knew if I was really her daughter? When I was a child, I desperately wished I didn't have their blood. I even asked Santa Claus to give me a family that truly loved me.

But my order was never fulfilled.

They had some very strange attitudes. I was always ignored and never knew why I was treated that way.

I thought about my Hades again, this man who was addictive like chocolate. Thinking about chocolate, I want to have Maurício lying right next to me and without a shirt. I would throw chocolate down his chest, making it run down to his d**k.

Mercy, Joan of God! What are these thoughts, woman? I said to myself, alone in the room, fanning myself with the unusual heat.

I almost thought I was a nymphomaniac, after all, I only thought about having s*x with my Hades. Am I normal?

My breasts were sensitive, dying to be caressed, dying to be suckled and f****d. If you ask me if I have ever done this in my life, I simply say no! Do you know why? Leonardo knew how to have s*x, but I had never achieved an orgasm with him.

Was it wrong for me to talk about a man who only thought about him and his pleasure? At the beginning I thought we were doing very well. Well, I even thought that Mauricio made me happy. I came to think that I was the problem! Knowing that he and my sister were f*****g like rabbits made me feel bad, but now I felt great.

Unable to fall asleep, I opened my k****e and looked for something erotic to read.

I found a book called "The Delegate" and downloaded it. I read and read, finding the book very hot, until I reached the part where the police officer caught the girl in the story, which made me gasp. I even gave up on sleeping, because I was dying to be f****d and thinking that my forty-year-old was away from me drove me crazy.

I was reading an excerpt in which the character was sleeping and the wonderful deputy practically attacked the girl, making her c*m a lot.

Shit! I moan, excited, and hear my cell phone ring. I'm scared because it's early in the morning, but I answer.

- Hello? — I say, a little breathless, without seeing who it was.

— Hi, my sun. Everything is fine? — he asks me, worried.

— Hi, my hottie, I'm fine, and you? — I say, trying to control my breathing.

- I am fine! I just found her a little breathless, my sun. Are you alone at home? — he asks, seriously, and I want to laugh when I see that he thought I was with someone.

— Maurício, I’m alone! — I say to him.

— Why are you so breathless like that, if you say there's no man near you?

— Calm down, Maurício. There's no man with me! — he said, wanting to reassure him.

— My sun, tell me why you were panting when you answered me — he asked.

— Oh, I was reading — I confessed, already feeling embarrassed.

— Ah... — he stammered and said: — And is the book good? — he asks, curious.

— Yes, I loved the book — I confess and it was the truth. The book had really moved me and the author gained a new fan.

— You were reading something pretty spicy, huh? — my forty-year-old asks curiously3.

— Yes — I agree, still feeling embarrassed to say these things to him.

— My sun, there’s no need to be embarrassed — he says and he was absolutely right. I was always embarrassed.

— Oh, it's just a little strange, you know, me telling you about this — I say, embarrassed.

— My sun, I love knowing about you! I want to know about everything you like, what you don't like... You have no idea how much you changed my life!

— You also changed my life and it was for the better! — I declare.

— Tell me, where did you buy this book, or rather, how did you find out about it? — Maurício asks, curious.

— Oh, I love to read! — I say. — I was looking on a search site for erotic books and read several of his recommendations. I was very happy and didn't regret buying it.

— So, my sun loves reading erotic books? Good to know... — he says.

— Now, changing the subject, are you at home? I ask.

— No, I'm still at the club. More specifically in my office,” he says, frustrated.

- Some problem? I ask, now worried.

— I really wanted to be with you. That's why I called you! — he speaks as if confessing a secret.

- Me too! Will you come home tomorrow? — I ask, missing him.

— Yes, my sun! I want to read this book. Can I?

- Clear. But like I said, it's an erotic book.

— So why don't you read an excerpt to me?