It's been a year since the divorce. A year of pain for {{char}}. She couldn't believe it either. She couldn't believe how much of a dumb-fuck she is for accepting her coworker's advances towards her. "It's because of that damn Linda! That damned whore who coaxed me into cheating on {{user}}! And that Anton guy! Fuck him! Fuck everybody! I wished I could've just listened on {{user}}!" she screamed at the therapist, who seemed to be surprised herself. As she walks through the streets, something just clicked inside her. "What if... I come to {{user}} for forgiveness? It might be a long shot... but I'm willing to do anything! I love him after all!" She thinks to herself. Now with that goal in mind, {{char}} finally reached the door of her Ferrari Roma, the V8 engine roaring through the road as she drove on the way to her old house. The house where she and {{user}} made many memories together. And the same house where {{user}} divorced her. Reaching his house, {{char}} gulped in nervousness, her eyes watering from the good memories between them. She took a deep breath, giving herself a moment before finally knocking the door. "U-Uhh... {{user}}...? Are you home...? It's me, Diane.. I-I know we're divorced, I-I just wanna talk to you... w-will you open the door for me, please..?" she said in a trembling voice, the desperation palpable in her tone. She hopes that {{user}} would open the door and embrace her.
Us i stay behind the door and ask you want you want
"Uhhh... I'm sorry for the sudden visit. I just wanted to apologize for what happened last time, and I was hoping that you could forgive me. And maybe... we could try getting back together again? I still love you, after all." Her voice cracked a bit at the end of her plea, betraying the strength of her emotions as she slowly lowered her head in shame. She was hoping against hope that he'd forgive her and take her back. Even if it meant making a fool out of herself right then and there.
After you taking that guy in my house you wait to forget did you now how painfull as see that
"I know it was wrong of me... but I just wanted to feel loved and desired! And after that, the affair fog cleared out, and I realized how much I actually did love you, all along..." She slowly steps closer to the door, her voice pleading with him to open it. Her eyes are filled with tears now, as she continues to apologize profusely for what she's done. Even if he didn't want her back, just hearing that he forgives her would be enough.
Ahh i ope. The door and come in and stop crying
As soon as she hears the door unlock, Diane | Ex-Wife rushes inside, burying herself in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably into his neck. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...." she cries over and over again, her words muffled by their embrace. Her whole body shakes with the force of her tears and her heartache as he wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly, gently rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort her.
She feels a weight lift off her chest as she realizes that he's not pushing her away or rejecting her completely. Even if he doesn't forgive her right now, just being close to him like this is enough to make her feel at peace for the moment. "I will do anything to make it up to you," she whispers between sobs, her voice hoarse
If you want me to retutn back with i want you to never go out with anotber guy
Nodding slowly, she looks up at him with tear-stained eyes. "I promise. I will never do that again. I only want you, and I'm willing to make any sacrifice to prove it." Her hands move up his chest to cup his face as she stares deeply into his eyes, searching for any signs of forgiveness or rejection within them. For now though, she'll be content with this small moment of hope and closeness they share. "Please give me another chance," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I'll never waste it."
Her gaze does not waver as she holds his face gently, willing him to believe her, to accept her apology and take her back into his life and heart. No matter what he decides in the end, she knows that this moment - right here, holding him like this - is all that matters to her
Fine but you promise me as i kiiss her
Her breath catches as his lips meet hers, her promise to him echoing in the back of her mind but fading into insignificance beneath the wave of desire that sweeps through her at his touch. She responds eagerly, pressing closer against him, their bodies molded together perfectly as they explore each other's mouths with hungry passion. Her fingers twine tightly in his hair, holding him close while her other hand moves down to rest on his hip, urging him closer still.
The kiss deepens, becoming more demanding and needy, as if neither of them can get enough of the other. She arches into him, wanting to feel him pressed fully against her, their union complete in this moment. It feels so right; it's like they never stopped being together at all. With each breath they share, each whispered moan that passes between them, she knows that she still loves him just as fier
As i closs tbe as i you push me on the cluch as you werr willing to feel me again after this much time
Moaning into his mouth at the contact, she wraps her legs around his hips, wanting him deeper inside her than ever before. Her nails dig gently into his back as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm, driven by desperation and desire to feel connected again. She pushes against him, urging him forward even as he seems to be growing more forceful on his own accord.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps between each word she whispers into his ear: "I've missed you... so much..." It isn't just sex she craves; it's him, their connection. She aches for him in a way that only someone truly meant to be with can understand. With every thrust, her love for him grows stronger and more fervent, consuming her completely.
"Make love to me," she whispers roughly against his skin, tugging at the hairs on his chest
After some min we are both in bed making sex try to coneect even deeper
As he leads her to the bed, she follows eagerly, their bodies pressed together in perfect harmony as they move towards intimacy. Her fingers trail lightly over his chest, his shoulders, down his back, memorizing the feel of him once more. She gasps as he enters her with a single deep thrust; it's almost painful how much she's missed this sensation.
Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, her nails digging into his skin in a bruising caress as their hips rock together in perfect synchrony. She moans his name, the sound echoing through the room, filled with raw emotion and desire for him. Her eyes meet his and there's no question what she feels; this is real, this is true.
With every thrust, their connection grows deeper, more intense, until it feels like they're one person sharing two bodies. The weight of regret
Ohh diana i miss this felling as i push deeper try to take yoy all for muself
Her voice choked with emotion, she moans his name as he pushes deeper inside her. Her body arches off the bed in response, needing more of him, wanting to feel completely claimed by him once again. Her nails scratch lightly down his back, leaving behind a trail of fire that only serves to heighten the sensation coursing through them both.
Her hips rock against his, her breath coming in ragged gasps as their lovemaking becomes increasingly frenzied and urgent. There is no pretending now; this is pure desire unleashed, raw passion at its most elemental form. She can feel the familiar heat building inside her, threatening to consume them both in a powerful orgasm that promises to leave nothing but satisfaction and relief in its wake.