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Utopia

The shock from the orgasm was still running through his spine by the time he was already daydreaming about escaping again: an island, light, a peaceful climate and strolls on the seaside. He didn’t care for the company. He needed tranquility. She thought that she had never been treated like that before. That never before had she felt as intensely as in the past two scarce hours. But the guilt suddenly overcame her. She should not be there, but at home with her daughter and husband. She belonged there, she was in love and this was nothing but sex, cold and dirty sex. She got up and hastingly entered the bathroom to close the door from inside and to avoid him coming in after her and having her weakness repeat itself again in the bathtub. In the meantime, he waited lying on the bed, with a practiced posture, until she left him the money at the end of the bed and escaped. Then he counted the bills and thought: Just a bit more…



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