After a long week,he used to desperately wait for the weekend. His overdue tiredness would vanish by holding her in his arms. He would feel her magical scent and with her he will talk sun and the moon, love and the lust. His only desire was to brush his lips against her nectar to transpose himself in the world of eternity.

After her depart, old monk stepped in the shoe of his true love and now he used to desperately wait for the weekend to gulp her down his throat.

- sasha✍🏻