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My first orgasm in my life taught me one thing - life is dreary without good sex. And that's the mantra I've lived by, even after marriage. Now, I don't mean to brag but when Mr. Braganza and I take it, we take it to town! After much thinking, I've decided it's best to share my bedroom adventures with you all. Because good sex and great stories are never a bad idea!
After a horrendously long week, I hate having to spend my weekends travelling. But that's what Mr. Braganza and I had to this Saturday because his cousin was getting married. I did try to get out of it but when B took his shirt off, he won the argument! Ah, well, you can't get out of these family obligations sometimes.
So after we got done with the wedding at the church, we got back to the hotel for the reception and I was starting to get cranky. Just the thought of travelling back home on Sunday and then getting back to the grind on Monday was taxing. Seeing me struggle, Mr. Braganza linked his arm with mine and took me to the dance floor. After one dance, he whispered, "How about we take this dance somewhere else?" I looked up at him and smileed "Are you talking about sex, dear?" he threw back his head, laughing "I am talking about hot, dirty sex!" he winked back.
Walking down the corridor of the hotel we felt like school kids and just like that, I felt the weight lifting off my shoulders. We had a room booked in the same hotel but where is the fun in that, right? So we found this tiny hidden corner just under one of the staircases and started kissing. My senses were aware that some security camera would have noticed us sneaking into a corner but in that moment, all I cared about was him. His lips on mine, his hands sliding over my thighs, his tongue battling mine, the soft sound of his pants unzipping...
It was soft, quick relief for the both of us. For a minute after, we just sat on the floor and laughed. How the two of us still managed to act like young lovers was truly amazing. That's what they say about love, right? It makes you do crazy things! Going back to the reception hall, we were giggly and happy. This weekend wasn't so bad after all! And as we took to the dance floor again, I looked at Mr Braganza and knew no matter how horrendous a week I have, this man would always be my magic pill.