Real Stories - May 2005

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I never fail to lose my breath at her beauty as I saw her seated on the couch. She was wearing her Donna Karan beige cowl neck sweater dress and brown leather spike-heeled boots that came up over her knees. She was smoking a long white cigarette through her short pearl holder. I knew she was still very upset as she only smokes after being perfectly satisfied from a meal or an orgasm高潮 — the sexual climax or when she's very upset. I had rehearsed my apology many times, but when I saw Her and realized that I had caused Her such anguish I was overcome with emotion and crawled on my belly to Her feet. I kissed each boot with more passion than I thought possible and begged for forgiveness. After about 10 minutes of groveling I was still sobbing and got on my knees. I knew that that was the first part of my penance and it was time for the rest as she continued to look at me and smoke, saying nothing.