July 7, 1944
Ronaldo likes to tease.
Only an hour after I sent Seraphina off to school, he came to visit. After what I went through with John, I wanted to let go of that and replace those awful memories with new ones. So I told him to touch me. I begged for it.
He resisted at first, but it didn’t take long for him to concede.
He told me to sit in my dining room chair.
I followed his orders eagerly. He unbuttoned my blouse. Then my slacks. He pulled them down and left me in nothing but my undergarments.
His fingers whispered against my flesh. And he said beautiful things to me as he did. Dirty things, too.
He smiled when he saw the desperation in my eyes.
Yet he still denied me. He never touched me where I wanted him to. Where I needed him to. His fingers taunted me. And then he left.
It took everything in me not to beg for him to come back. One of these days, I won’t be able to control myself any longer.