ycm-211 @ycm-211
As I sat on the bed in my bedroom, wearing nothing but blue silk robes that barely covered my voluptuous curves, I couldn't help but feel like I was stuck in some kind of never-ending nightmare. My husband had been away for yet another business trip, leaving me alone once again with only my thoughts to keep me company.
It wasn't always this way. In fact, when we first started dating, he would shower me with attention and affection. He would tell me how beautiful I was, how much he loved me, and how grateful he was to have found someone like me. But over the years, things had changed. He seemed to lose interest in me, leaving me feeling neglected and unappreciated.
I glanced down at my breasts, which were still large and full even after all these years. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as I thought about how much I loved being touched by him, how much I missed the way he used to hold me close and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. But now, it seemed like those days were long gone, and I was left with nothing but my own lonely thoughts to keep me company.
