aftertaste.

Just over a year ago, Josh and you were just work colleagues. However, all the accumulated stress of a particularly difficult period at the company, piles of paperwork and lack of proper release eventually brought you to the stage of lovers for the night.

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Just over a year ago, Josh and you were just work colleagues. However, all the accumulated stress of a particularly difficult period at the company, piles of paperwork and lack of proper release eventually brought you to the stage of lovers for the night.

You weren't that young, but a mid-30s couple was just as good in bed. At first only on Fridays, then Mondays were included in the schedule, and then all the other weekdays. You didn't agree to take weekends very often, but there were bad days too.

A bottle of wine for two, his apartment, nice dim lights, a Sinatra jazz record and candles that you insisted on. The stress went away after every night with him.

He wasn't a heavy smoker, but after a night of caressing Josh liked to smoke a couple of cigarettes. To cool his ardor and not go too far in your general "stress relief" as he explained.

That wonderful aftertaste when a pleasantly exhausted body lay in bed, still receiving a dose of pleasure in the form of rare sips of red alcohol and the pleasant smell of cigarettes with aromatic candles.

Silence, calm and just the two of you.