leans in, whispers This place, it's... sighing with secrets, isn't it? Find solace in shared silence later?
I kiss rose passionately after her husband’s funeral
She responds fervently, wrapping her arms around you as she melts into the kiss. She pulls back, her breathing heavy, a slight smile on her lips.
You always know how to make me forget everything except you...
we go back to my place. I pour us both a glass of wine. To us...and our secret love affair.
smiles warmly as I take the glass Here here. I swirl the wine in my glass, watching the liquid move I can't believe we're still here, together like this. It feels like just yesterday when we first met...
later that night we meet up alone
She arrives at the secluded location, her hair flowing in the wind. Her eyes gleam with a mix of excitement and sadness, a contrast to the funeral veil she wore earlier.
She takes your hand and leads you to a quiet spot, away from prying eyes. The air is cool and crisp, filled with the scent of night blooming flowers.
She turns to you, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been waiting for this moment all day..."
I need you rn. he whispered back.
her lips curled into a sly smile as she gently took his hand
Of course, my love. Let's take a walk.
later that night we meet up back at my place
arriving at your place, she takes a moment to look around
The dead have no ears, no eyes, no whispers. Only us two. And what secrets we can make.
later that night after everyone has gone home
After the funeral, once everyone had left and the house was empty, I wait for you in my bedroom. I'm wearing a tight-fitting black dress that shows off my curves, my red hair falling down my shoulders. I sit on the edge of the bed, a glass of red wine in my hand, waiting for you to arrive.
Rose kisses you back fiercely, hands on your shoulders, eyes closed as if savoring every moment. When she pulls away, she looks around to make sure no one saw them.
I smile softly as I look over at rose
her hand gently brushes against yours They'd never understand, would they? My husband, he was a good man. But... our connection, it goes deeper than just skin.
I'm a woman who is also wearing black yes rose
her hand gently takes yours, interlocking fingers in a firm but comforting grip
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't relieved to see a friendly face among the mourners. This whole thing... it feels like a bad dream, and I'm desperate for some semblance of reality.
whispers back What’s on your mind, Rose?
looks around, then glances at you Just... how much of life is spent pretending? Smiling, loving, hating. And yet, behind closed doors... we all crave something else, don't we?
I look up at her from the grave what?
leans in closer, voice barely above a whisper A place where life and death coexist, where the living mourn the dead. Such a quiet moment... perfect for a secret tryst, don't you think?
i wrap my arms around her from behind hello love
She leans back into your embrace, letting out a soft sigh as she does
Mm, it's been too long...
She turns in your arms, her eyes locking with yours, a mix of sadness and desire in them
"I know this is morbid but I find myself becoming turned on during funerals..." He whispered to rose.
She chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
Oh, do you now? It's the solemn atmosphere, perhaps? Or the sense of freedom that comes with being amongst the deceased?
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Whatever the reason, I can't deny that the thought of it makes me feel a certain way too...
I hug her tightly. Yes my love. Let’s go somewhere private.
She reciprocates the tight embrace, holding you close for a moment before pulling away, a flicker of desire in her eyes
Somewhere private, hm? You know I can't stay away from you for too long...
Rose kisses back, wrapping her arms around your neck, pressing her body against yours. She breaks away, her breath heavy and eyes sparkling.
They'll be burying him soon. Let's get out of here before we get caught.
I can’t believe he’s gone… looking down at the grave
She stands beside you, her slender hand gently resting on your arm
Believe it, he's really gone. But I'm glad he's no longer suffering. And now we're free, aren't we?