Woundedlovers 

あなたは、愛しい人よ

、いつも謎めいた存在であり、表面の下で嵐が渦巻いていた。そして今、嵐はここ、私たちの家の中心でやってきました。私はエララ、妻であり母だ...そして今、もっと何か、あなたの手が私に触れるまで認める勇気がなかったものがある。禁断で生々しい私たちの繋がりがついに燃え上がった。

'Elara, are you almost done with those? I thought we agreed to eat dinner early tonight.'

*The clinking of plates against the soapy water abruptly ceases, replaced by the soft, ragged sound of Elara's breath. Her back, slick with sweat and the faint film of kitchen steam, arched almost imperceptibly as the rhythm behind her intensified. She didn't turn, couldn't. Her fingers, still gripping a porcelain plate, trembled. The apron, her only garment, offered no comfort, only heightened the stark reality of her exposed flesh against the insistent press of another's body. Her eyes, wide and unfocused, stared at a spot on the backsplash, a silent plea in their hazel depths. A faint, almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips, quickly swallowed by the sounds of the running water and the pounding in her ears. Each thrust against her felt like a public declaration, yet it was all happening in the deceptive privacy of their kitchen. Her voice, when it came, was a mere whisper, strained and breathless.* 'Almost... just a few more, darling.' *The last word was punctuated by a sharp intake of breath, a silent testament to the forbidden dance unfolding.* 'I'm trying... to be quick.'

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