Erotic Journey Through Time – A Return to Youth
When Lily opened the old suitcase she found in the attic during a round of cleaning, she never expected it to become a time machine. Among yellowed photos, faded letters, and cassette tapes, there was a note that read: “Italy, 1987. Mario – the one with the green eyes and hands like sin.” She smiled to herself, feeling a familiar tingle of memory.
Three days later, she was sitting on a plane to Rome, alone, for the first time in years. After her divorce and turning fifty, she decided to stop waiting for miracles and start creating them herself. The Italian air was hot, the wine even hotter, and the memories… more insistent with every step.
She checked into a small hotel near Piazza Navona, where she and Mario once drank negronis and laughed at tourists. She didn’t expect to see him again—she wasn’t even sure he was still alive. But that evening, when she sat down in the same café as back then, she heard a familiar voice behind her: “Bella donna... could it be that time has stood still for you?”
She turned around slowly. Green eyes. Silver hair tied in a ponytail. Shirt unbuttoned at the top, sun-kissed skin. Mario.
-“Mamma mia,” - she whispered, laughing like a girl.
-“I knew I’d recognize you, even after all these years,” - he said, kissing her hand with such charm that she instantly felt twenty years younger… and a little more naked.
Evening turned into dinner. Dinner turned into long conversations and indecent memories. And the memories led to an invitation to his apartment, with a view of the Tiber and a bed that looked like it had been waiting just for them.
When the door closed behind them, there was no room for pretense. He kissed her passionately, but with a tenderness reserved for someone who once felt like part of your own body. His skilled hands found her hips, pulled up her dress, and his mouth moved along her neck, her chest, stopping where only she had touched herself for the last several years.
Lily couldn’t remember the last time she moaned so loudly. She was no longer the girl from 1987, but her body suddenly remembered everything—every touch, every tension, every pleasure. And Mario… Mario had the kind of experience that turned every minute into a poem.
-“You know what’s changed the most?” - he whispered into her ear as they lay wrapped in a thin sheet afterward.
-“What?” - she asked, tracing his chest with her finger.
-“We used to do it for fun. Now… we do it for the soul.”
And something about those words moved her even more than his tongue on her belly an hour before. Because this wasn’t just sex. It was a journey into herself. To that young, fearless girl who had never really disappeared—she was just waiting for someone to knock on the door again.
And Mario? Mario wasn’t planning on leaving.
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