Chapitre 47: Constant Cravings

Anastasia has grown furious with me. 

I watch her while I am busy dressing; she has that aura about her when she is raging mad. She glows hot, not with fury, but she has, unlike I have ever experienced with a woman before, but she grows very aroused when she finds herself angered.

Now the woman's blood is boiling and what else is boiling is that ache between her legs that I only but satisfied a few moments ago. But I have business to attend to, and she is now only but becoming a distraction to me.

I do wish that I could listen to myself at the present time, calling my wife a distraction. Yet, as she rises from bed and makes her way to the far side closet to do what I assume is to dress, which I believe is rather fruitless for when I return, I will remove whatever she finds herself wearing.

But now, not only has she grown rather aroused, but she has not got my very own blood boiling again.