Some of what I promised to write. More things to come soon)
Priya does not want to take off her mother's bracelet, I understand her and appreciate this devotion, I cannot allow her to suffer, even a little.
But my wife is so stubborn... My Priya can move a mountain if she makes up her mind. As soon as she forgot that the husband is half of the soul of the wife, I am also stubborn and she will know what I can do for her.
While I was thinking about how to achieve my goal, my sweet Shivi pulled me into a dance and I decided to have some fun, at the same time I got a wonderful idea.
I danced with my family and smiled as much as I could, it was really time to be with them and watch my Priya smile while looking only at me. Today it will ruin her, or me, we'll see...
I didn't want to dance alone any more, I pulled her with me as closely as the air between us allowed, I followed her hands with my hand, passed over her like a butterfly through a flower, like the wind kissing a newly blossomed rose. This describes my Priya so clearly, I pressed her and saw that she was still dodging so that I could not remove the bracelet, but I saw something else, her ragged breathing and eyes that look at me with such fire.
Literally a moment and I imprinted it into myself, it seems that my mind began to refuse me. It's good that everyone around us was busy dancing and not watching.
I know I need to take off the bracelet, but I also know that I would like to do something completely different. To walk along her arms and waist not only with fingers, but also with kisses, lock her in a room and make her breathless every second, study her, with her hands, eyes, lips, with her whole body. Just the way she would let her.
I remember that night when she opened up to me and not only allowed a kiss, but also answered me. I need to go further, I really want this, and she wants to, I see that my Priya has also forgotten about the environment and is just enjoying it.
I wonder what's hiding behind those closed eyes?
She is happy, she is relaxed, it makes the fire inside me even stronger, I long to turn her around a little and kiss her again, take her into the room, close the door and be with her, spitting on absolutely everything. But the thought that she might feel bad even for a second, with difficulty, but makes me wake up.
For a couple more seconds, I watch her wonderful pleasure, and then gently, but abruptly, I remove the bracelet. Until my rose wakes up.
Mission accomplished, my God, what effort did it cost me...
