Sex. I wanted sex. That morning my body was craving some skin on skin action. My desires only grew by time. I shifted my body towards his, and I started kissing his neck. I was hungry for him. That morning was as if I had taken some drugs and I was high in endorphins. My whole body was happy and very tender. Mark slowly pulled his hand underneath my pijama shirt and grabbed my breast. I moaned a little bit, and placed myself on top of his. His eyes were closed still, sleepy. I kissed his face.
The honey eyes stared at me. A smiled drew on his face.
“Good morning Annie.” he said.
“Buenos días…”I replied, horny. I started kissing him. Mark’s body responded to me. He grabbed my waist and we started thrusting against each other. His erection felt harder and harder every time, I felt as if it was going to pierce through his pijamas, and tenderly join my moist downstairs.
I slowly pulled his erection out of his pants, and I caressed it with my hand. Mark was surprised, wordless, and also looked very thankful. He rubbed my clit carefully with the palm of his hand.
“You’re so wet…”he said. “Do you want me?” he asked. I slowly nodded with my head.
“Okay.” he said. He slowly put himself inside me and…
I woke up.
The sex dreams were happening almost every day, and I wondered why the hell Mark and I hadn’t had sex yet. I remembered the conversation about waiting until it was the right time, and Marks desire to wait until we knew exactly that we were right for each other. He kept saying I needed to heal from my past relationship and…I sincerely never asked for his medical advise.
It was already springy and we were about to travel to Caracas, Venezuela. That morning I prepared my luggage, and I saw how Mark did his through my window. Honestly, with all that moving to Switzerland stuff I was tired, and I was ready for a holiday.
About twelve hours later we were in Maiquetia, an airport located nearby Caracas. Mark was excited to meet my mother, and I felt nervous. Mark was the first real boyfriend I brought home. At my twenty two years old age you would’ve probably thought that my parents had met more than one lad, but really I was always busy before so…I never had a real boyfriend. David was the closest one to one but my mother never met him.
So, how to describe Caracas?
Caracas is a wild city which connects nature with buildings. I mean, it is nowhere near to be like Manaos in Brazil, but it is located in a valley, and there are mountains surrounding the city. There are also plenty of shanty towns scattered around, and we have one of the biggest shanty towns in the world: Petare.
I lived nowhere near Petare. The locality where Mark and I headed was Baruta, specifically Caurimare. This was a crazy area to live because as Hollywood, Caurimare had a massive “Caurimare” sign. Caurimare was one of the places in Caracas that didn’t have shanty towns nearby, so I think my mother was very lucky.
It was boiling hot in Caracas that evening, and Mark seemed like he was going to melt. I had never seen his face so red, but it was very endearing. My brother and my mother picked us up from the airport.
“Mucho gusto señora” said Mark in very broken Spanish, my mum smiled at him shyly.
“Mucho gusto.” my mother said. She then looked at me. “Este es el novio tuyo? Guao” basically that means: is that your boyfriend? wow.
“Si lo es.” I said. My mum smiled to us.
“Vamos al carro, tu hermano parqueo cerca de aquí.”
“We’re following my mum to the car Mark. Come with me.” I said, taking Mark’s hand. “I’m sorry she speaks no English.” I said.
“ Don’t worry, something new I have to learn.” said Mark with a wink.
My mother fell in love instantly with Mark, she was completely charmed and blushed with everything he said in Spanish, she was pushing him to learn, and the house was filled with laughter and excitement. My mother lived now with my brother Alex with his daughters. She said she hated to live alone so my brother took her under his wing. Since her divorce with my father she was way happier, and seemed to go to dates, and have a very active live. She wasn’t old anyways. My mother was still in her fifties, and she was very attractive, just like me.
In her youth she had won several beauty pageants in Caracas, and she was almost Miss Venezuela once. Venezuela was very obsessed with beauty, and my mother was just that typical beautiful stereotype.
Mark and my mum seemed to understand each other perfectly, and as they bonded and enjoyed their moments together, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tom, and what could have happened if they had met each other.
ALTERNATIVE VERSION WITH TOM
Peter locked me in a room with Tom, we had sex. He proposed. I said yes.
That moment I couldn’t believe myself, what I had done. I had completely forgotten myself and accepted him. Tom and I moved in together soon after that, and we were happy. Really, who would have known!
There was sex, there was spontaneous trips to foreign countries, and we had forgotten all the mistakes. We were good for each other. We were crazy for each other.
We sat together by the fire, and we read his book. Tom looked at me with his precious green eyes and pulled the book away from my face.
“I can’t believe you’re marrying me.” He said with a smile. He slowly approached his face to mine.
“I can’t believe it either.” I said kissing him softly. Then, Tom put his hand in his pocket and pulled a ring out of it.
“I…actually got you an engagement ring.”he said. I took it from his hand, and I put it on my finger.
“It is just precious. Thank you.” I said. “Maybe I should call my mum…” I stood up and went to my bedroom.
“Mom.” I said in Spanish. “Tom and I are engaged.” her response wasn’t what I expected.
“What, are you crazy!?” she said angrily. “I…don’t know Annie. I don’t like him…he is just…”
“Mum…I thought you would be happy…we have been living together the past five months and…”
“Living together!? WHAT!?”
“Mum, I am not a child anymore…I love him.” my mother hung up on me.
We never spoke again…
REAL VERSION
Mark loves my family and my family loves him too. He was the dreamy stereotypical British man that every mother loves. He was a young doctor who came from a good family and…that was crazy about me. I feared my family was going to find him boring, but they were mostly interested in making him feel at home.
Sorry I didn't post the chapter earlier. Next week a new chapter every day! 330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsEEFfNrifs
