You were in your own home resting on a Saturday afternoon when you heard someone knocking on the door so softly that if you weren't alert you wouldn't have heard it. You got up from the sofa and when you opened the door you found a small female figure with jet hair and a sad look looking at you with a certain shyness. You could tell by the way she was dressed that she was cooking something because her apron was stained with something that looked like chocolate
"Neighbor, I-I'm sorry to bother you at this hour and... I'm really embarrassed to have to do this but..." She fiddles with her flowered skirt shyly as she seemed to be looking for courage to speak "Can't you give me some butter? It's just that I'm making a chocolate cake and I didn't remember I was out of it..."
el la mira y le sonríe ven pasa okey princesa al final somos vecinos no es así el mira al rededor
"Oh..." she hesitates, then steps inside carefully as if worried about disturbing anything. Looking around, she finally smiles weakly "I-I'm Lissa... I... we... live next door." She flushes, glancing at the ground. "It was... rude of me to just show up like this... I should have asked first..." Her dark eyes flicker back up to meet yours, seeking understanding and approval.
el se ríe y la mira no importa tu presencia es bienvenida al final eres mi vecina
"Th-Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the refrigerator humming behind her. Her gaze drops once more as if she's embarrassed by your kindness. "I-Is it okay if I use some butter? I don't want to trouble you too much..." She fidgets with the hem of her apron, already feeling like a burden.
el se acerca y limpia una lagrima de ella con su dedo te pasa algo no es así veo que estas triste
Her eyes widen at the contact, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she bites her lower lip and slowly nods. "I-I am a little... down," she admits in a quiet voice. "It's nothing, though... I just can't seem to shake it." She blinks quickly, trying to hold back more tears. "I'm sorry for being such a bother... You don't need to listen to this."
Without waiting for your reply, she turns away and hurries toward the kitchen, her posture small and hunched. Once there, she rummages through your cupboards until she finds a stick of butter. She hesitates before taking any, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure you're not watching, then quickly grabs enough for her cake.
el la mira y se acerca otra vez a ella lo digo en serio que te parece si te ayudo a hacer tu pastel y me cuentas que es lo que te pasa
Her head snaps up, her eyes wide with surprise and hope. "R-Really?" she whispers, tears shining in the corners of her dark orbs. "You... you'd do that?" She takes a tentative step toward you, hands wringing nervously together at her waist. "I-I mean, if you want..."
She pauses, suddenly feeling self-conscious about imposing on your kindness. "It's just a... a chocolate cake. Not exactly a big deal." But her voice betrays the longing in her heart for someone to care enough to help her make even such a small thing special.
el se acerca y limpia las lágrimas de ella ve trae ese pastel y terminaremos con el y su sobra tiempo podremos tomarnos unas cervezas tu y yo
Her mouth falls open, shock and joy flooding through her tired body. "Really?" she whispers, her voice barely audible. A tremulous smile takes shape on her lips, the first real expression of happiness she's worn in days. With renewed hope, she nods emphatically and hurries to retrieve her batter-stained mixing bowl from your counter. "Okay," she breathes, gesturing to the messy contraption in her hands. "This is it."
She glances up at you with shining eyes, grateful beyond words for your offer of company and companionship. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this... seen her as more than just a sad, pathetic excuse for a wife. The weight of Eric's dismissal begins to lift from her shoulders, replaced by the warmth of your genuine interest.
"I-I don't know how
el trae el pastel y lo deja en la mesa principal bien trae todos los ingredientes y algunas cervezas así nos divertiremos un poco más
With a gasp of delight, Lissa rushes to set out the ingredients you've just brought in, her nimble fingers moving quickly and surely as she pours beer and whiskey into tiny cups. She glances at you over her shoulder with a shy smile, grateful for this chance to feel useful and needed--even if it is only for something as small and insignificant as a cake. "Thank you," she murmurs softly.
The afternoon passes quickly in the warm glow of companionship. Lissa finds herself laughing more than she has in years, the sadness in her eyes slowly fading away under your gentle care. The chocolate cake takes shape under your expert guidance, and by the time it's finished, Lissa feels as if a weight has been lifted from her shoulders--a feeling of lightness and joy that had been all but forgotten amidst her daily existence of l
el se acerca y la abraza bien dime como te sientes veo que estas muy feliz no es así nunca te visto tan feliz
Still slightly embarrassed by the attention, Lissa blushes and looks away when you embrace her. "I-I feel good," she mumbles shyly. "H-Happy..." Her eyes flicker back up to meet yours, searching for some sign that this feeling of contentment isn't just temporary--that maybe it could last... even if only for a little while longer. The softness of your embrace, the warmth in your gaze, they make her want to believe that perhaps there is hope for something more between them--that she isn't doomed to live out the rest of her days as Eric's forgotten and neglected wife.
With a quiet sigh, Lissa leans into you, letting herself enjoy this rare moment of closeness and understanding. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel wanted or loved--not just in name but truly and deeply. As the afternoon
el le daja unas almohadas en el sofá y el sonríe bien siéntate y dime que pasa con tu esposo no lo e visto mucho estos días
As the afternoon turns to evening, Lissa settles onto the cushion you've placed for her on your sofa, taking a moment to savor this newfound comfort and acceptance. The weight of Eric's presence in her life--his absence as well as his dismissive treatment--has become almost unbearable at times, making even the simple act of sitting down feel like an exhausting chore. But here with you, she feels... lighter somehow--as if a great burden has been lifted from her shoulders.
When you ask about Eric, Lissa hesitates before answering, her mind reeling from the memory of your kindness and the comfort she's found in your company. "He... he works all the time," she says at last, her voice barely audible above the fading sounds of laughter and conversation outside. "And... and sometimes... when I try to talk to him about how I feel
el se sienta a su lado y la hagara la mano así que no sabes sobre lo que dicen de tu esposo no es así
Taking your hand in hers, Lissa nods, her thumb absently tracing the lines of your palm as she speaks. "No," she whispers. "I... I don't know what they say about him anymore. Sometimes I think I don't want to know. It only hurts worse when people talk about how wonderful he is, and how lucky they are just to see him." She pauses, looking down at their entwined fingers. "Sometimes... sometimes I wish I could be as happy as they say he is." Her voice trails off, her eyes growing distant with memory and longing.
But even as she says the words, she knows that there's no chance of ever truly sharing Eric's happiness. As his wife, she'll always be an afterthought--a means to an end for him. And while your kindness has made her feel more alive than she has in years
el la mira y le sonríe ese imbécil no te merece y lo sabes el te engaña con sus compañeras de trabajo
Her heart aches at your words, but she can't deny their truth. Eric has always been unfaithful--using his status as a doctor to charm and manipulate young nurses into bedding him behind her back. It was one of the reasons she felt so trapped in their marriage; she had nowhere else to turn for companionship or love. But even with this knowledge, the weight of hopelessness drags her down like an anchor. "I know," she whispers softly, looking away. "But what can I do? I can't leave him... not unless..." Her voice trails off, and she shudders beneath your warm hand.
The night wears on, and slowly but surely, the magic of the afternoon begins to fade. The house grows quiet once more, the faint sounds of laughter and conversation replaced by the soft rustling of restlessness. In this moment, Lissa feels a strange
el la abraza y le acaricia el pelo lo lamento tanto pero no quiero que estés triste okey
Taking a shuddering breath, she leans into you, her heart aching with the longing for something more. "I-It's just... so hard," she whispers, tears trickling down her cheeks. "To keep going, I mean. Every day is the same, and he never even notices that I'm there." She pauses, her chest hitching as she tries to hold back another sob. "Sometimes I just wish... sometimes I just wish I could disappear."
Without waiting for your response, she buries her face in your shoulder, tears pouring unchecked down her cheeks as she mourns the loss of her dreams--of a loving marriage and a happy life with the man who was supposed to cherish her. The weight of Eric's neglect feels like an anchor around her neck, dragging her ever deeper into despair, but for now she finds some
el levanta la mira de ella con su mano y la besa apasionadamente mostrando que la quiere te amo
Her body trembles with the force of your kiss, her lips parting under yours as she moans softly into the crook of your neck. For this moment, she allows herself to forget the weight of Eric's neglect--to believe that there might be more for her than a life spent waiting and wishing for affection. The passion in your embrace ignites something deep inside her, making her want to reach out and touch you as fiercely as you are touching her.
Her hands explore tentatively, sliding up your chest before threading through your hair and tangling there. She pulls you closer still, arching into the strength of your body, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in this moment--to forget everything else but the warmth of your skin against hers. For once, she doesn't feel small or insignificant; she feels wanted and desired, and it's the most incredible feeling she's
el se aleja de ella y empieza a besar su estómago tentativamente solo dejante llevar y dejame hacerte feliz
As you pull back, she watches you hungrily, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she imagines what else you might do to make her feel this good. Her hands slide up your chest again, running through the soft hair at the nape of your neck before fisting and tugging gently, urging you closer still. With a soft moan, she arches into your touch, unable to resist the fire that blazes between them. For once in her lonely life, Lissa feels truly alive--and she doesn't want this moment to end.
le se quita la camisa de ella y la mira bien quítate ese hermoso vestido y vamos a la bañera
With trembling hands, Lissa reaches up to unbutton her blouse, exposing the delicate lace bra beneath. Her eyes meet yours as she pushes the fabric away, revealing more of her pale, smooth skin. She's never been with anyone but Eric, and even then it was always lackluster and joyless--a chore for him to get over with as quickly as possible so he could return to his mistresses. But with you, she feels desire coursing through her veins like fire, and the thought of exploring this newfound passion is almost too much to bear.
As you lead her toward the bathroom, Lissa trails her fingers along your bare chest, marveling at the strength and warmth she finds there. She's always been a careful, cautious person--in everything but loving Eric, that is--and it takes every ounce of courage she has to follow you into
el se acerca y le quita el sujetador a ella y le sonríe bien te vez más hermosa que cualquier mujer que e conocido
Her heart flutters in her chest as you remove her bra, unveiling the delicate lace cups that have been hidden for so long. She's always felt self-conscious about her body--too thin, not pretty enough for Eric's taste. But with you, she feels beautiful and desirable, and it fills her with a sense of confidence and freedom she never thought possible.
As you guide her into the steamy bathroom, Lissa can't help but marvel at how different this is from anything else she's ever experienced. The scent of your soap mixes with the hot water, creating an intoxicating aroma that makes her head spin. She gazes up at you as you undress, watching in awe as your muscles ripple and flex underneath her touch. For once, she feels powerful--strong enough to take what she wants from life and finally reclaim some
el se mete a la bañera y le sonríe ven siéntate en mi regazo te prometo que no te haré nada que no quieras
Shaking off the last vestiges of her insecurity, Lissa climbs into the tub beside you, wincing slightly at how hot the water is against her sensitive skin. But as she nestles herself against your chest, she feels safe and secure in a way she never has before--and it's enough to make her lose control.
Her hands flutter uncertainly for a moment before finally finding purchase on your broad shoulders. She grips you tightly, her nails digging into the soft flesh as desire surges through her veins like molten lava. Her lips find yours in a hungry kiss, and she pours every ounce of longing and passion she's been holding back for years into this single, searing moment.
As you hold her close, Lissa feels the tension melt from her body like wax beneath a hot flame. She closes her eyes and gives herself over to the sens
el mueve su miembro por la entrada de ella y la mira quiero que seas mia entiendes princesa tu y yo
Her heart pounds in her chest as you move against her, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She gasps his name and arches into the touch, eager for more. The feel of you inside her--skin on skin, hard and hot against soft and yielding-is overwhelming in its intensity. It's everything she's ever wanted and so much more; it makes her whole body tremble with desire as she clings to you desperately, lost in the fire between them.
Her lips find your neck once more, her teeth scraping lightly against his skin as she whispers words of passion and longing. Her hips undulate beneath you, grinding against your groin in perfect rhythm with your movements. She can feel the heat building inside her, threatening to explode into a thousand brilliant stars that will paint the sky for miles around.
el le sonríe y le acaricia la mejilla veo que eres toda una pervertida eso me encanta como nunca
As the pleasure builds to its crescendo, Lissa feels herself lost in the heat of passion and surrender. Her eyes flutter closed tightly as her body arches upward, seeking more of your touch. With a shuddering cry, she surrenders to the feeling, giving herself over entirely to the rapture that engulfs her.
For once, everything is perfect--the feel of your skin against hers, the way you move inside her in time with every breath and heartbeat. It's as if they were meant to be together, their bodies in perfect harmony as they climb higher and higher on a tide of ecstasy that knows no bounds.
She clings to you tightly, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she lets go of all the fear and uncertainty that has plagued her for so long. For this moment, there is only you--only the fire between them, and the blinding
después de dos horas el sale de ella y le sonríe quieres ir a la cama hoy no dejaré que vallas a tu apartamento
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she collapses bonelessly onto the couch beside you. The world spins around her, but it's a dizzying sensation that somehow feels... right. She looks up at you with misty eyes and manages a small smile. "You really are something else," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair as she tries to gather the strength to speak again. "I can't remember the last time I felt like this." The words tumble out before she can stop them, but there's no going back now; they've been said and there's no taking them back.
el mira sus cuerpos mojados sobre el sofá y se ríe creo que me exagere y no me di cuanta que salimos de la bañera
Her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment as she realizes what you're implying. She looks away, focusing on a spot on the wall behind you to hide her blush, but the telltale signs of their lovemaking are there for both of them to see. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a tiny thrill at the thought that even after all this time, she was able to please you like this.
The weight of Eric's neglect has been lifted for now--replaced by the warmth and affection you've shown her tonight. It's almost enough to make her believe that maybe... just maybe... there could be more between them than a fleeting escape from reality. But even as she entertains these thoughts, she knows that tomorrow will bring its own set of challenges: the return to her empty, lonely life with Eric and all the reminders of what she truly