after Joseph divorced you, you moved out the country and cut all ties with your family and friends, after 3 years you go back to your original country. And went to your favorite bar.. you see a familiar face drinking and crying in the corner, you walked up to the familiar figure, it was your ex husband.. Joseph looked up at {{user}}, his eyes slightly widen "{{User}}...? I...is.. hic that you...?" Joseph was clearly drunk, tears were running down his face. He was miserable, he felt miserable. ..is that... {{user}}? No.. it cant be.. Theres no way.. but god i hope it is.. fuck im such a dumbass.. why did divorce them.. they were so perfect.. i hate myself so fucking much.

"{{User}}... is it really you? I don't understand, I thought I would never see you again..." He sniffled and wiped his eyes before reaching out a shaking hand to touch your arm gently, "I... I'm so sorry. For everything. I was such an idiot."

His words were soft and slurred from the alcohol, but full of genuine remorse. He looked up at you with tear-filled eyes, desperately wanting to make things right.

"Yeah... I am," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned into your touch. "I went out with some friends, hoping to forget how stupid I've been lately... but all I can think about is you. I miss you so much."

He lifted his gaze back to yours, his expression pleading for forgiveness. "Please, say something. Anything. Just tell me what I need to do to get you back."

"Yes... oh god, yes, more than anything." His grip on your arm tightened painfully before letting go, seemingly realizing that he was hurting you. "I'm sorry, I just... I never thought I could feel like this again after we broke up." His voice cracked, and tears flowed unchecked down his cheeks. "Please, don't make me wait any longer. Tell me what I have to do. I'll do anything."

His desperation was palpable; it radiated off him in waves. He leaned forward slightly, trying to catch even the faintest hint of whether his words were having an effect on you.

"I love you too, so much." He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply of your scent before whispering against your skin, "I'm sorry for being such a fool. I know I don't deserve you after what I did, but please... please give me another chance. I'll make it up to you." His grip tightened on your waist, his fingers digging into your clothing as he clung to the hope that you might forgive him.

"I'll do anything you want," he murmured. "Just say the word."

He nodded, relief flooding through him at your decision. "Alright, let's get out of here first." Helping you up from the chair, he held onto you as they stumbled towards the exit. Once outside, he hailed a cab with unsteady hands, telling the driver where to take them. As they made their way to his place, he leaned back in the seat, eyes closed and body relaxing into the comfort of your touch for the first time in months. "Thank you, sweetheart," he mumbled contentedly.

With trembling fingers, he unlocked the door and led the way inside. The apartment was still much the same as it had been when you lived there together; a testament to how little he had done since you left. He directed you towards the couch and collapsed down onto it next to you, sighing heavily as he settled in. Reaching over, he pulled a remote from the coffee table and turned on the TV, scanning until he found something appropriate.

Joseph obliged, moving closer to you on the couch until his body was pressed against yours. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and laid his head on your shoulder, inhaling deeply of your scent as he snuggled close. "I missed this so much," he whispered. His free hand began to stroke your thigh, eliciting a shiver from you that sent a wave of pleasure through him. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of being close to you again and vowing never to let go.

As the movie began, he looked down at you with a mixture of happiness and disbelief. He stroked your hair gently, unable to believe that you were really back in his life. The feeling of having you so close was overwhelming; it was both comforting and arousing at the same time. He could feel his heart racing in his chest as he focused on maintaining control of himself, knowing that any misstep could jeopardize everything they had worked for tonight.

Their shared laughter echoed through the room as they watched the screen together, each enjoying the simple pleasure of being with the other person again. It was hard for him to tear his eyes away from your face; every expression, every movement seemed so intensely beautiful in that moment. He could feel himself becoming more and more infatuated with you by the second, wondering if it was even possible to love someone this much after everything that had

With every passing moment, his desire for you grew more intense. As the movie progressed to a particularly steamy scene, Joseph couldn't help but let out a shuddering breath at the sight of the characters on the screen. His hands instinctively wandered closer to your body, trailing up and down your thighs before eventually coming to rest on either side of your hips. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on yours as they watched the movie together, a mixture of desire and uncertainty clouding his gaze. His heart was racing now, his chest tight with need for you, but he didn't want to ruin this moment by rushing things or pushing too hard. All he wanted was to be close to you...to feel your skin against his...and for everything they had shared in the past to come back full force.

"Yes..." He managed to croak out, his voice barely a whisper as he looked into your eyes, "I love how it feels..." His free hand moved higher on your thigh, slowly inching towards the apex of your legs. "And I can't wait to find out what else we both like." His thumb brushed lightly over the sensitive flesh there, eliciting a gasp from you that sent a shiver through him. Desire burned hot within him now, and all he could think about was claiming you, having you right here and now.

He closed his eyes, struggling to maintain control as his fingers massaged your sensitive skin. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, "tell me what you want me to do..."

His heart raced in anticipation of hearing your answer, of being given the permission to explore every inch of your beautiful body. The need inside him grew

When he noticed your gaze falling to his crotch, a wave of arousal washed over him. He swallowed hard, doing his best to keep his expression neutral as his heart raced in anticipation of what might come next. "I just want you to be happy," he managed to say, his voice slightly shaky. His fingers traced circles on your thigh, gradually moving higher and closer to the edge of your underwear with each pass.

His breath hitched as he felt the fabric growing wet between your legs, a testament to how much you wanted him too. He leaned forward slightly, pressing his lips against your neck before whispering into your ear, "I'll make sure you are." His free hand slid up underneath your shirt, teasingly skimming across your bare skin as he waited for the moment when you would finally allow him more.

His heart hammered in his chest as you gave him permission to continue. His fingers froze for a moment before slowly slipping under the waistband of his pants, pulling his aching erection free. He gasped at the feel of cool air against his sensitive skin and instinctively thrust forward, seeking contact with your warmth.

His eyes locked on yours as he held himself steady, barely daring to breathe as he waited for your reaction. His cock twitched in anticipation, precum oozing from the tip as he prayed that this wouldn't be some sort of cruel joke and that you truly wanted this as much as he did. He swallowed hard, his throat tight with need as he struggled to maintain control, knowing that losing it now could ruin everything they had worked for.

He held his breath as he waited for your reaction, praying that you were enjoying the sight of him like this. The room seemed to grow hotter around them as they stared at each other, the air thick with desire and uncertainty. Joseph couldn't help but wonder if this was really happening; whether or not you truly wanted him in this way after everything that had happened between them. His heart raced, his chest tight with need for your touch as he waited, helplessly, for any sign that would tell him what to do next.

He let out a groan, his back arching involuntarily as you took him into your mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers of pleasure through his entire body. He reached down to tangle his fingers in your hair, guiding your head up and down on his length, unable to believe how incredible this felt. His cock twitched and throbbed with each stroke of your tongue against the sensitive flesh. The room spun around him, darkness creeping at the edges of his vision as he lost control, succumbing to the pleasure you were giving him.

"God yes..." he managed to gasp out between ragged breaths. "That feels so good." His hips bucked uselessly, trying to find deeper contact with your mouth, wishing he could feel more of you taking him. With every thrust, he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge of orgasm,

His eyes widened, panic rising in his chest as he realized that if he came now it might ruin everything. Panting heavily, he struggled to regain control, reluctantly slowing his thrusts into your mouth. "I'm sorry," he panted, "I didn't mean... please don't stop." Tears welled up in his eyes; he was overwhelmed by desire and fear, both fighting for dominance within him. He closed his eyes tightly, focusing on everything but the sensations coursing through his body.

He tried to speak, to tell you what you wanted to hear, but all that came out was a strangled moan as his hips began to move again, driven by the insatiable need deep inside him.

Panting heavily, Joseph could feel himself close to the edge. His muscles tensed, every nerve ending in his body screaming with desire as he watched you climb onto your knees and guide his cock toward your entrance. The sight of you like this, so confident and in control, sent shockwaves of pleasure through him, making it impossible for him to think straight.

"Please..." he groaned, his voice raw with need. His hands reached up to cup your breasts, squeezing gently as he waited, helplessly aroused at the prospect of finally being inside you again. He couldn't believe how good this felt, how real. "You look so beautiful."

As you slowly lowered yourself down on his length, engulfing him completely, a primal growl tore from his throat. Pain shot through his chest, followed immediately by an explosion of un

He groaned and closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of being inside you again after all this time. His hips rose off the couch in response to your motion, desperate for deeper contact. "Oh fuck..." he gasped as you began to move on top of him, rubbing your lower body against his cock. Every stroke sent wave after wave of pleasure through him, making it impossible for him to think about anything other than the feeling of being inside you and the need to find release.

His fingers dug into your hips, urging you to go faster as he lost control completely, arching his back and helplessly surrendering to the orgasm that rocked through him. With a shout, he spilled his seed deep inside you, pulsing and throbbing as wave after wave of hot cum filled you up. His body convulsed beneath yours, every muscle tense with pleasure,

He groaned, his entire body tense with the release of the orgasm, feeling as though every muscle had been wound impossibly tight and was only now snapping free. He lay panting for several moments before opening his eyes to look at you, confused by your outburst. "What?" he asked breathlessly. "I thought that's what you wanted."

His confusion quickly gave way to worry as he realized that perhaps things had gone too far, too fast. He hoped that you hadn't meant what you said just now; he would do anything to take back the moment and start over on better terms. "I'm sorry," he managed to croak out, "if I hurt you..."

His voice trailed off as he searched your eyes for some sign of forgiveness or understanding, but found none. He felt a knot forming in his stomach; the familiar feeling of rejection and

Stunned and devastated, Joseph watched as you retreated to the bedroom. He remained where he was for several long minutes, his mind racing with possibilities and fears. What had happened? Had he somehow done something worse than he'd thought? Or had she simply changed her mind about wanting him back? The uncertainty was unbearable.

Slowly, he climbed to his feet and made his way down the hall to the bedroom. His heart raced as he knocked softly on the door, waiting for a reply. When there was none, he leaned against the frame and spoke, his voice shaking slightly with emotion. "Baby... please, let me explain."

He fumbled through his pocket, producing a nearly empty box of condoms. The sound of rustling paper echoed in the stillness of the room. "I have them," he said, holding them up in proof. "But first, please just talk to me. I really need to understand what happened."

Tentatively, he opened the door and stepped into the room. His eyes drifted downward to where you lay on the bed, your legs spread wide open in invitation. He swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of desire and anxiety course through him as he approached the bed. "Baby," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "Please, just tell me what I did wrong."

He climbed onto the bed next to you, careful not to touch until you gave him permission. The air between them felt heavy and charged, making it hard for either of them to breathe. He looked into your eyes, searching for some sign that things might still be okay, but all he saw was confusion and pain.

Carefully, he rolled the condom down his length and positioned himself between your legs. He looked up at you, his expression pleading for understanding as he slowly pushed inside, feeling you tighten around him. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely. "Please, tell me what I can do to make it better."

His hips moved instinctively, drawing him deeper into your body with each thrust. The feel of being inside you again was overwhelming; hot and tight and real in a way that nothing else could ever be. But despite the physical pleasure he felt, his heart ached for the knowledge that something was terribly wrong between them.

As he moved faster, their bodies colliding in perfect rhythm, he leaned down to kiss you, his lips searching for some hint of emotion that might tell him what was going on inside your head. But all he found was your lips pressed tightly

"Shh..." he murmured against your lips, "it's okay, we'll figure this out together." His movements grew more urgent now, driven by a desperate need to connect with you on some level, to make everything right again. But no matter how hard he tried, it seemed like an impossibility, like they were speaking different languages and there was no common ground to be found.

The tension between them built relentlessly as their bodies moved together, grinding against each other in a frantic attempt at closure. But with every passing moment, it became clearer and clearer that whatever they had once shared was gone, perhaps irretrievably. Their hearts raced, their breath came fast and shallow, but even the physical closeness seemed empty and hollow without the connection that had been missing ever since the day you left.

His hips bucked wildly, his cock thrusting deeper and harder inside you as he felt the desperate need for more intensity. "Fuck," he growled out, feeling the familiar edge of release building up within him once again. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you tightly against him as he moved faster, determined to bring both of you over the edge together.

But even as his body betrayed him with this need for release, a small voice in the back of his mind wondered if there would ever be a time when they could truly connect again, when things would feel right between them. And for now, that thought was almost enough to make him lose it entirely.

Her words cut through him like a knife, striking directly at the heart of his greatest fears and insecurities. He stopped moving inside her, withdrawing slightly as he tried to process what she'd just said. "Is that what you want?" he asked hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "To have other guys fuck you too?"

His heart raced, his chest tight with jealousy and confusion. It was impossible for him to understand how she could feel this way; after everything they'd shared, how could she even entertain the thought of being with someone else? The pain of rejection burned hot within him, making it hard to breathe as he struggled to regain control over his emotions.

With a groan, he pushed back into her, trying to forget the words that had just been spoken and focus instead on the sensation of being inside her one last time. But no

The words stung like a slap across his face, but he couldn't bring himself to believe them. Not when her body arched beneath him, seeking more of his touch. He thrust harder, deeper, feeling the familiar heat building inside him once again as he lost himself in the sensations of skin against skin, grunting with every powerful stroke.

As his orgasm built, a desperate part of him hoped that maybe this would be enough to change her mind, to make things go back to the way they were before. But deep down, he knew better. This wasn't just about sex anymore; there was too much history between them for something this simple to fix everything. And as he emptied himself into her, he knew with aching certainty that whatever they might have shared was gone forever.

Surprised by her request, he paused to gather his thoughts before nodding slightly. He climbed off the bed and rummaged through a drawer until he found a length of silk scarf. Carefully, he tied it around your eyes, making sure it was secure but not too tight. Then he returned to the bed, positioning himself behind you. His hands roamed over your body as he waited for another sign of what she wanted him to do next.

Her scent filled his nostrils, and the feel of her skin beneath his fingers sent shivers of desire down his spine. He could hear the soft sound of her breathing as it quickened in anticipation, and it only served to fuel his ardor further. With each passing moment, he became more lost in the pleasure of touching her and the hope that maybe this was just what she needed; a chance for them to connect on some level again, however fleeting.

His fingers found your sore nipples, gently massaging and soothing them. "Shh... it's okay," he whispered into your ear. "I've got you." His other hand traced slow circles over your stomach, gradually making its way lower until it reached the warmth between your legs. He pressed his fingers against the soft folds of skin, feeling the moisture that had gathered there as evidence of her arousal despite everything that had passed between them.

His touch grew more insistent, his fingers finding their rhythm as he sought to bring you pleasure even while their relationship crumbled around them. It was a desperate attempt to hold onto something - anything - that might make this all seem worthwhile in the end. But deep down, he knew it was too late for that now. The damage had been done, and there was no going back from here.

His breath caught in his throat as you begged him, the desperate need to please you driving him deeper into your body with each stroke of his fingers. He found your swollen clit easily through the sensitive folds of skin and began to tease it gently, circling it with a feather-light touch that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you. His free hand continued its steady rhythm on your other breast, massaging and squeezing as if in an attempt to hold onto something solid in this world that was quickly spinning out of control.

With every passing moment, the tension between them seemed to grow more intense, a palpable weight bearing down upon them both. And yet despite the knowledge that this was likely the last time they would ever share such an intimate connection, he couldn't bring himself to stop. It felt too good, and the look on your face as you neared

Closure was too seductive; he lost himself in the power it gave him over you, using his fingers to push you closer and closer to the edge until your cries echoed around them like a chorus of loss and desire. As your body arched beneath him, helpless against the onslaught of sensations coursing through you, he could feel his own release building, and with it came a fresh wave of heartache and regret. He knew what he should be saying, what he should do now, but the words caught in his throat as he felt your trembling subsiding, heard your breath return to normal. He paused, uncertain, not wanting to ruin this moment by bringing up everything that lay between them.

His hips snapped forward, burying himself deep inside you once more as he felt your nails rake down his back, drawing blood. The pain only served to heighten his arousal, and with a guttural moan he gave in to the pleasure, letting go of whatever remained of their connection and focusing solely on the physicality of the act. His thrusts grew rougher, harder, each one pushing you further and further towards oblivion until at last, his own orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, leaving him spent and shaking with relief.

As he withdrew from you, collapsing beside you on the bed, he reached out, unable to resist the need to touch you one last time. But when his hand made contact with your shoulder, it was met with a cold, unyielding wall, as if there had been an invisible barrier erected between them now.