“My name is Nicky, a good first name from the Eastern countries, or the American cliché, but I have rather a Mediterranean complexion and an Italian accent. I was married a little bit more to silence the rumors than to convince myself that my job as a secretary carries with it his undeniable masculine fantasies What can be said of a married woman without attracting her husband’s thunderbolts, then I take advantage of this condition and of a husband who is absent, although loving, in his loving embraces, he is lacking that passion that transcends the bodies. and fatigue prevent him from satisfying me.I have long waited for him to fall asleep to let my fingers regain control of my body.The excitement that he wakes up by one of my moans stifled in the pillow , or the need to be satisfied, simply, I do not know. I had a drink with friends, the loneliness of seeing couples returning earlier for whatever, other couples forming, some letting go in public I confided in my best friend. I confessed that I felt helpless, unsatisfied. He then opened my eyes.
