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My father's new wife!
My mother passed away a few years ago, after a long, difficult illness as it is commonly called. She had cancer. But only my father knew how hard it was, especially for him. For a long time after that, Dad struggled with himself and life, couldn't get going, was listless and let himself go. He was no longer a pretty sight, and he refused help when it was offered. Then he met a new life partner and everything changed.
Now dad goes straight home after work immediately, always, every day! He unlocks the front door and goes straight to her room. There she sits in the high-backed armchair, smiling at him. She is already waiting impatiently for him to come. For him, this is the highlight of the day. The greeting is a gentle kiss, a fleeting caress and a catching of her friendly gaze and a breath of her fabulous scent. She smells so wonderful. Often he sits down with her and tells her about his day. Sometimes he nods away for a moment or grabs a beer and enjoys the quiet, relaxing time of the end of the day.
The two have been together for just under a year now. They have supper together at the dining room table, as they do every time, and then sit on the canapé in unison. The television is on in the background. She has thrown on a wide, fluffy scarf and wears under it, as usually, the skimpy, lace-trimmed "little black dress".
This "little black dress", he had bought her. He was very embarrassed at the time and to lighten up the awkward situation in the store, he asked the saleswoman for a suitable perfume. She seemed to have been waiting for it and very quickly brought a small black bottle with a golden ribbon and the smiling, as he thought, smug assurance that it was just the right thing. She had not been mistaken!
Today, the two, the black party dress and Black Orchid are one. He smells of her sweet fruity fruit, woody hay floral and musty flowery moss. He can smell a fleshy body, as well as the black, already somewhat stained dress and very clearly voluptuous sweat, although she never sweats. Thereby also sweet-berry juice, velvety wood and a strong flower. The notes to be described as dark, creamy-earthy, foul, damp-musty and mushroomy are the aromas that form the sinful background for this, to make the fragrance seem so passionate, mysterious and physical.
My dad doesn't really know all of this in such detail, but from the first spray he found the dense and dark scent very appealing and on his sweetheart the smell became more and more beautiful and enchanting. It's like she and the perfume are fused, alive, quivering and he's a part of it. It makes him very happy. Applied Black Orchid almost every evening before going to bed, Saturday and Sunday gladly in the morning and often a splash more.
Dad and his new wife are almost always together. Except for the time he spends at work, they both live their togetherness. They eat and drink together, watch television, and are there for each other. Most of all, they sleep with and with each other. His new love is of a quiet nature, she doesn't tell stories and she can't cook either. Nevertheless, he considers her his confidante, his dear wife.
Today I visit father as every week on Sunday afternoon for coffee, also to see how the "old man" is doing. These meetings are always nice hours and he looks forward to them. Gently he grasps his wife around the waist and carefully places her in the large wardrobe, far behind his suits. Never would he get the perverted idea of just letting the air out the way I often do with my Lisa!
With thanks and regards to my father.
Thank you for your companionship into a strange but imaginable world!
Now dad goes straight home after work immediately, always, every day! He unlocks the front door and goes straight to her room. There she sits in the high-backed armchair, smiling at him. She is already waiting impatiently for him to come. For him, this is the highlight of the day. The greeting is a gentle kiss, a fleeting caress and a catching of her friendly gaze and a breath of her fabulous scent. She smells so wonderful. Often he sits down with her and tells her about his day. Sometimes he nods away for a moment or grabs a beer and enjoys the quiet, relaxing time of the end of the day.
The two have been together for just under a year now. They have supper together at the dining room table, as they do every time, and then sit on the canapé in unison. The television is on in the background. She has thrown on a wide, fluffy scarf and wears under it, as usually, the skimpy, lace-trimmed "little black dress".
This "little black dress", he had bought her. He was very embarrassed at the time and to lighten up the awkward situation in the store, he asked the saleswoman for a suitable perfume. She seemed to have been waiting for it and very quickly brought a small black bottle with a golden ribbon and the smiling, as he thought, smug assurance that it was just the right thing. She had not been mistaken!
Today, the two, the black party dress and Black Orchid are one. He smells of her sweet fruity fruit, woody hay floral and musty flowery moss. He can smell a fleshy body, as well as the black, already somewhat stained dress and very clearly voluptuous sweat, although she never sweats. Thereby also sweet-berry juice, velvety wood and a strong flower. The notes to be described as dark, creamy-earthy, foul, damp-musty and mushroomy are the aromas that form the sinful background for this, to make the fragrance seem so passionate, mysterious and physical.
My dad doesn't really know all of this in such detail, but from the first spray he found the dense and dark scent very appealing and on his sweetheart the smell became more and more beautiful and enchanting. It's like she and the perfume are fused, alive, quivering and he's a part of it. It makes him very happy. Applied Black Orchid almost every evening before going to bed, Saturday and Sunday gladly in the morning and often a splash more.
Dad and his new wife are almost always together. Except for the time he spends at work, they both live their togetherness. They eat and drink together, watch television, and are there for each other. Most of all, they sleep with and with each other. His new love is of a quiet nature, she doesn't tell stories and she can't cook either. Nevertheless, he considers her his confidante, his dear wife.
Today I visit father as every week on Sunday afternoon for coffee, also to see how the "old man" is doing. These meetings are always nice hours and he looks forward to them. Gently he grasps his wife around the waist and carefully places her in the large wardrobe, far behind his suits. Never would he get the perverted idea of just letting the air out the way I often do with my Lisa!
With thanks and regards to my father.
Thank you for your companionship into a strange but imaginable world!
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