Dating : CORONAVIRUS FOUND IN MEN’S SEMEN

They had a great time last night. It had been almost a week since he had returned from the hospital. He had been in the hospital for the past month. His name was john. A month ago, he was diagnosed with coronavirus. That’s why he was admitted in the hospital for a month. Although he was fully recovered now but he had a tough time there. His wife Mia was also worried about him. He was at home now after spending almost a month in critical condition. Life went on as usual. The joy of last night was still evident in his body as he was away from his wife for a month.

Upstairs, the first night in his room, he walked behind her and asked if she wanted a massage. Mia nodded, and he kissed the nape of her neck. The massage that he performed took her for a surprise, Mia draped her legs over his, and he cupped her vulva with soft suction. She looked at him with wide eyes because she was not expecting that — it would be the precursor to all of their interludes to follow. He was never what she would expect.

Mia pushed into his hand, as he held her pulsing sex. The inside of his palm grazed her inner bits, which were wet and she looked at him unflinchingly as he just caressed her for what seemed like forever. He took his time like he had all night to do that to her. He did not rush anything. Even when he applied lube, a delicious scented lube that she hoped tasted as good as it smelled in case he wanted to go down on her later. He would want to.

He tugged at her clitoris softly, then rubbed it in a precious circle until she was afraid that she would cum, but she did not want to cum like that. She wanted to do it when he was inside her, because she liked the feeling of coming when she was full inside. From gently tugging her clit, he slipped a few fingers in her — one at a time until she was pretty full and still, she would not let go because she needed more to take her over the edge.

When he ate her out, he was not greedy? He savored her, Mia was on the edge of the couch and she could have come at any point but she wanted to play a game with herself and wait until she could not wait anymore. John was making it very hard, and she did not even have a penis. And she kept having him because she still wanted him.

On that night, she was all about pleasure. All about the beautiful view of Paris at night that she could see over his shoulder when her eyes were not closed with the periphery of desire. His house was in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower, which she had screamed about when she saw it for the first time in the taxi that she took to her hotel. But over John’s shoulder was another level.

He bestowed between her legs the kisses her had lavished on her mouth. Mia swooned, almost slipping off of the loveseat. But John held her butt, and made sure she did not slide. That was the moment she believed in him. Believed he would not let her fall, even though she did in other ways.

He held her face, and she placed her hands over his. Lying on her stomach — their favorite position — her butt up in the air which he caressed and kissed. He was slow about entering her which she liked, but she wanted him inside her. Yet when he was close to entering her, she flipped onto her back. He smiled as she looked up at him. “I missed you,” she said. Tenderly, he picked up her calla lily that had fallen out of her hair and said, “Your flower.” or “You are a flower.”

His accent made it difficult to determine. He fell to her side, and she purred into his chest. They rained kisses all over each other — each kiss aping up her desire. She wanted him to fill her, but she wanted to postpone it too because it was sweet torture. Wanting it and waiting for it. When they could wait no longer, and she was on her stomach again he slipped inside her. Mia reached behind her to grab his wrist.

“Wait, I just want to savor you a bit right here.” She moaned. John caressed her butt, but he did not move even a bit more. Mia tightened around him. Her body enjoyed the incomplete fullness in that sweet lower part of her.

“More,” she said sweetly not as a demand, but as a plea. He gave her more, filled her the way she loved him touching all her places to drive her crazy. He knew how to reach her G-spot. In the mirror, she saw an obscured view of them making love and it stimulated her on the Same level as her G-spot did. They collapsed onto the mattress. Mia pulled the smashed calla lily from her shoulder, looked up at John as he kissed her.

This was all about joy and love. They were made for each other and now, sitting in the lounge, john was remembering the great moments of their life they had last night. When he was discharged form the hospital, he gave the sample of the blood for this entire body test just for his satisfaction. The doctor advised him for semen test too. As he was not sure about it, so he did it also. He was lost in his dreams when the bell rang. He got up and opened the door. There was a postman at the door with an envelop in his hands. He signed the envelop the closed the door. It was his test report from the laboratory. He went back to the sofa on which he was sitting before and opened the envelop. Everything was okay in blood test report. He turned the page and switch to semen test report. Suddenly something caught his attention. There was a highlighted area on the report on which it was written “POSITIVE”. His semen test report was positive for COVID-19. Suddenly darkness fell before his eyes.