A phone call snatched me from a half-nap like a shot. Unexpectedly and aggressively. I got up from the sofa, where I was lying and listening to music, on the verge of sleep and reality. She went to the table and picked up the phone.

- Hello.

- Hello! I returned! You all sleep!

My legs gave way, and I sank to the floor. It was his voice. A voice that I have not heard for five years and which, I thought, I will never hear. This voice came at night in dreams, making me wake up and dream about him for the rest of the night.

- Well, what are you silent? Are you not happy I'm completely back! Do you hear? Totally. I will never leave again!

- Hello! - my voice was shaking - I just lost my head. Of course, I'm glad. I was waiting for you. I: love you still!

- So I will come today? Hour at 9 pm?

- I'll be waiting for you!

- Will everything be the same?

- Yes! - my voice broke, and a wave of strong excitement swept through the whole body.

- Wait! I will come! Kisses! - In the tube there were short beeps.

I began to prepare. I wanted everything to be perfect for him, so that he would not be disappointed. Cooked dinner, laid the table. She took a shower, washed her hair, thinking about whether they would like him. When he left, my hair was short, now below the shoulder blades. Standing under the shower, the body shuddered, as if from coolness, although the water was burning. I dreamed about him, represented him. I always thought about him in my heart. And always caressed herself. But not today. Today I was for him. She shaved all the pubic hair; he likes smooth skin, not hair. Began to dress. Few spirits behind the ear, on the neck, on intimate places. Thin silk white panties - tango, the same bra. Thin, tan colors, in 20 den tights. He loves to wear pantyhose, not stockings. Nylon gently grabbed the skin, like a touch of gentle hands. A long purple silk robe that fits my body. Stiletto heels. I dried, laid hair. They crumbled over the shoulders. Honey colors are light and fluffy. Mascara, a little purple shadows, bright purple lipstick. Everything as before, as he likes. I poured a glass of wine, lit the candles, turned on the music and waited. How long the minutes last, how painful.

The bell cut my expectations with a sharp bell. I went to the mirror, looked at myself once more and went to open it.

- Hello! Here I am! - he came to me, a little older, a little wider, but the same beloved and desired as before. With insanely green eyes, the smell of a freshly smoked cigarette and a tart male cologne.

I threw him into the arms. He pressed me to himself with his strong hands, began to kiss my eyes, cheeks, nose, lips. I could not stand it, tears flowed from my eyes. I buried him in the chest and cried, whispering: “Darling, I have been waiting for you for so long, my good, my dear, do not leave me again, I will not take it!”. He stroked my hair, letting me cry, and only said: "Sorry, I will not leave again."

- Go, sit down at the table, I will come now, - I whispered, tearing myself away from him, and went into the bath, to put myself in order.

When I left, he had already poured brandy (he only drank it) and smoked, looking around the room.

“Nothing has changed,” he said, “everything is exactly like five years ago.”

“Yes,” I replied, “for five years I did not change anything, it was like a temple for me, here I was happy with you.”

- And you will, now forever. I will not leave. I did not run from you, from myself. I wanted to change everything, I wanted to live like everyone else. I even got married, - noticing my surprised and confused look, laughed, - Do not worry, I am already divorced. I did not succeed. Only you can see. And here I am with you. Let's drink! For us!

We drank. My head was spinning from the alcohol, or from the unreality of my expectations. I got up, walked over to him, knelt down between his spread legs. Began to kiss his face, every inch, neck. She unbuttoned his shirt, buried her face in his chest hair, licked her nipples with her tongue, feeling his powerful muscles tense. Lips slid down, hands unbuttoned pants. And this is a welcome miracle in my hands.Hot, pulsing, smooth. I use my fingers all along its length, enjoying size and elasticity. I can not wait any longer, I lean down and he enters my mouth at full length. How beautiful it is when your mouth fills the male flesh, tickling the tongue with the trunk and feeling the heat in his lips. I caress him with animal passion, accumulated over five years. Head to spin from the smell, heat, moisture. He ran his fingers through my hair and an almost bestial moan broke from his lips and his flesh began to throb and give me drink with the tender nectar of male love. I caress him for a few more minutes, rub my cheeks about my passion. It always has been.

We drank more, talked, excitedly told about these five years of separation.

- I could not without you! - He said, coming to me.

Now he kneels in front of me. Takes off my shoes, gently strokes my feet. From the foot to the knee, enjoying the subtle nylon. Hands slide up, over the hips, lifting the robe. Everything burns between my legs, panties and pantyhose are soaked from the discharge of excitement, leaving a dark spot tread through the nylon. He leans between my legs apart, starts to caress me through tights. He loves so much. Slowly pantyhose and panties off me. And here I am all open to him. He lifts my legs up and puts them on the high armrests of the chair. His tongue touches my hole between the buttocks. A moan flies from my lips, my ass is my most erogenous place. He caresses me there with his tongue, trying to give me maximum pleasure. He takes from the table a tube of grease prepared by me from the sex shop. He starts to caress my ass with a finger, one, second, third. I writhe in a chair, my head tossing from side to side. He rises, lubricates his flesh and puts me to the ass. I tremble as if in a fever, feeling the heat of an excited man. Slowly, trying not to hurt me, he enters into me. Quietly, millimeter by millimeter. Do not be afraid, darling, I so want it. I sharply move forward and he is all in me, filled me up, driving me crazy and making me almost scream. Faster and faster, deeper, deeper. And when he begins to pulsate, his wave is transmitted to me, and I, too, fall into the abyss of pleasure. It always has been.

When it was over, I was tired and happy sitting in the chair watching him dress.

- I have to go! - he said. Seeing fear in my eyes, he added: - Do not worry, I will collect my things and tomorrow I will move in with you, well, Andrei!

- Do not call me anymore - Andrei, - for you I want to be a woman, call me Anya.

- Well, Anya! Now I will call you the only way!

Kissing me in the doorway, he looked into my eyes and said:

- You know, I used to worry, I was afraid of my unusual feelings for you. I was afraid to become gay, I always watched them. And now I am proud that I am gay and that you are with me!

- I am also proud of you, darling! Come back soon, I'm waiting for you!