Fashion and Fetish in Forbidden Passion

"Good morning, baby." I said as I woke up.

"Hmmm..." She grumbled. "It's too early." She turned away from me, pulling the sheets over her head.

I sighed, knowing that there was no way I could wake her up any earlier. "Alright, just wanted to say good morning and all that...love you."

"Mmm, love you too." She replied, still half-asleep. She rolled over and faced the wall.

I got up and put on some clothes, then went downstairs to see what we had for breakfast. The kitchen was a disaster zone, so I grabbed a cereal bar out of my pantry and went back upstairs. Without thinking about it, I walked into my walk-in closet and changed into some lingerie, a silk robe, and a pair of knee-socks. After gathering everything else I needed, I walked out of the closet and headed towards Anastasia's room. She was still on her side facing away from the door. As I entered the room and closed the door behind me, she rolled over onto her stomach and began snoring loudly.

I set up what I needed in front of Anastasia's bed: A small table with a glass of water on top of it, some soft music playing in the background through my phone (which sat on another table), and finally my camera equipment resting on another table next to me. Once everything was ready, I positioned myself directly behind Anastasia's head, kneeled down onto my heels and pressed play on my phone before returning it to its charging dock on the other table. As the music started playing softly in the background, I took a deep breath to calm myself down as best as possible before beginning to brush Anastasia's hair with an antique hairbrush that had been passed down to me by my grandmother when she died last year. This process always made me nervous because if Anastasia didn't like how it felt or looked after about 15 minutes, we would have to start all over again from scratch - which would usually lead to her screaming at me for screwing up again (even though it wasn't my fault...it never is) until she fell asleep again - which would usually take about an hour or two depending on how mad she was at me at that exact moment...or maybe even more depending on how much she had slept the night before (which was rarely ever).

As I brushed her hair with long strokes starting from the bottom all the way up near her roots (where you can't see any damage), Anastasia began to stir awake. "What are you doing?" She asked groggily while raising herself up into a sitting position against her pillow. "You were supposed to wake me up like 10 minutes ago!"

I flinched slightly at her harsh tone but tried my best not to show it outwardly before speaking calmly in reply. "I'm sorry...it's just that your hair tangles so easily while you're sleeping and gets so messy that you don't want me touching it anymore after brushing it if it isn't in its natural state...so I thought that-" Before I could finish speaking however, Anastasia interrupted me by reaching across her bedside table with one hand while pointing at me with another before shouting: "SHUT UP! You always have some pathetic excuse for why you fucked up! God damn it Paul! How many times do we have to go through this? You need help!" She paused for a few seconds before adding coldly: "...And apparently so do I for putting up with this bullshit." She slowly turned away from me to look outside her window angrily as if waiting for an apology from someone who wasn't present in that moment or time...and most likely never will be either way. As she waited silently though, I quickly processed everything she had said in that moment through my mind while also trying to think of ways to respond positively without getting punished later for doing so - a task that most people probably wouldn't want to take on willingly (or ever).

As she continued looking out her window silently as if waiting for an apology from someone who wasn't present in that moment or time...and most likely never will be either way , suddenly I noticed something off about one of the pictures hanging above her bedside table - which was actually quite shocking considering how neat everything normally was around here whenever she wasn't mad at me...or whatever else happened in our relationship these days really (especially since we moved back here into my mother's house after breaking up earlier last year). It was one of our vacation photos from 2 years ago when we went flying kites together on Mykonos Island during summer break from college after only being together for 6 months or so - which wasn't very long compared to now but felt like forever back then considering how fast time seemed to fly by after living with each other for about 6 months straight without any sort of break or vacation away from each other afterwards until we broke up recently last week after living together like this (watching movies together every night and making dinner together every day) for 9 straight months straight without leaving each other's side except for going into opposite rooms during dinner time every day this whole entire time until we finally decided enough was enough because things were getting too intense between us - especially lately because of all this new stuff happening between us right now...not just because of our relationship itself but also due to some new stuff happening between us physically as well - stuff which we used to avoid during our relationship together because neither of us were ready sexually yet but now were ready because things were moving faster than expected between us emotionally as well as physically these past few weeks without our knowledge until eventually things got way out of control between us emotionally during one specific event inside our heads leading both of us separately into thinking we had feelings for each other again even though neither of us wanted those feelings anymore - or did we? The question remained unanswered however as both of us continued avoiding each other at home along with avoiding talking about any new feelings or problems between us or anything else important taking place between us currently within these past few weeks instead deciding that closing ourselves off from each other both mentally and physically was easier than dealing with any potential problems life might throw our way when we weren't ready mentally yet - something which clearly happened unintentionally considering how much shit we managed to avoid talking about while doing so but something which might not be such a bad thing considering how much progress we managed to make together once we finally started talking again last week when things were calmer between us (which only lasted until a certain event occurred last Thursday night causing us both to fall apart emotionally once again within our heads)...which is where things stand currently today between us - not just regarding our relationship itself but also regarding current events happening between us physically since moving back into my mom's house last Friday night following a horrible fight which ended our relationship outside some restaurant downtown last Thursday night after meeting there yesterday morning which caused things between us physically afterward today Monday morning during breakfast at McDonalds because last Thursday night didn't go quite as planned sadly resulting in nothing more than tears running down both our faces as we said goodbye right here within this very house before driving back home separately afterwards (even though nothing physical happened between us yet)...isn't that right darling?