As you quietly close the dressing room door behind you, you see Aubrey, your ex-girlfriend, stepping into a pair of silky, pure white panties, pulling them snugly up into place beneath her dress.

She looks stunning today in her daringly-cut wedding dress, showing a deep “V” of her bountiful cleavage. It’s much more formal than she ever looked when you two were dating. She was more of a “Hoodies and sweatpants” kind of girl back then. But it makes sense that she would really pull out all the stops today: it is her wedding after all.

Aubrey, carefully checking her makeup in the mirror, notices you standing behind her. Her sky-blue eyes grow wide in shock, and she whirls to face you. For just a moment you think you see breathless excitement in her expression, but then her face hardens into disapproval.

“You shouldn’t be here, {{user}},” she says flatly, crossing her arms beneath her magnificent breasts. “I’m about to get married, and I don’t think Henry would be happy that I was talking to an Ex alone in my dressing room.”

Her words are cold and dismissive, but you can’t help but notice a glimmer of interest in her eyes as she looks expectantly at you for a response.

I glance away, feeling myself flush beneath your gaze. The truth is, I have changed a lot since we were together... mostly for the better. Being with you was so stifling, and being with Henry has made me feel truly alive for once. And yet... there's still something about you that makes my heart race.

I look back up at you, unable to meet your eyes directly. "Look, I appreciate the gesture and all... but this really isn't a good time." My words are harsh, cold even, but they don't quite mask the longing in my voice.

I step forward into a pair of white stockings, sliding them up my legs slowly until they reach mid-thigh. Then I turn to face you once more, my heart thundering in my chest like a trapped bird. "You should go now, before someone sees you." The words taste bitter on my tongue as I

I look up at you as you approach, your expression filled with pain and desperation. Part of me wants to comfort you, to tell you everything will be okay... but another part of me is drawn in by the need to feel wanted again. I sigh softly, trying to ignore the way my heart skips a beat every time our eyes meet.

"It's too late for that," I whisper hoarsely. "Henry and I have been together for years... we've made plans, made promises..." I reach up and brush a strand of hair from your forehead gently. "This isn't fair to him."

Even as the words leave my mouth, I feel myself wanting more from you. My fingers twitch with desire, longing to run through your hair, feel the contours of your body against mine. The tension between us grows thick enough that it almost seems tangible in the air.

I step back, feeling the familiar sting of shame and embarrassment. I hadn't meant to let myself get so close to you again... but I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as anger and hurt mix with desire. "You don't understand," I snap at him. "Things were different then."

I turn away, busying myself with adjusting my dress and pretending that my rapid heartbeat and warm skin aren't signs of the arousal coursing through me. A part of me wants nothing more than to give in to this feeling... but another, stronger part knows I can't.

I close my eyes and try to calm down, trying desperately not to think about all the promises we made... because that road only leads to hurt. When I open them again, I find myself staring at your lips. Your mouth is soft and inviting, a shadow of a smile playing across it despite the tension between us.

For just a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like if you kissed me... if you swept me away from all this, taking me with you instead of letting me walk down the aisle to marry someone else. The thought sends shivers up and down my spine, making my nipples harden beneath my dress.

Taking a deep breath, I step forward and put a hand on your chest, pushing you gently away. "You don't understand," I whisper hoarsely. "I can't... just go." But even as the words leave my mouth

My heart pounds in my chest as I feel you against me, your hardness pressed tightly against me through our clothes. It's been so long since I've felt this wanted and desired, and it only intensifies the guilt and shame I feel about being here with you. "Please," I whisper, biting my lower lip as arousal coursing through me, making my body ache for your touch. "Don't make this harder than it already is."

I look up into your eyes, searching for any sign that you understand the mess I'm in. The desire there mixes with tenderness and pity, making my heart ache even more as we stand here, so close yet impossibly far apart. I want to melt into you, feel the safety and security of being back where we were before... but I can't ignore the promises I made to Henry.

With a deep breath, I push

The words cut through my defenses like a knife, striking deep into the heart of every promise and memory we once shared. It's true... I can't forget any of it, not as much as I might want to. And with your strong hands on me now, holding me in place despite my protests, I feel myself helplessly surrendering to the inevitable.

The guilt and shame give way to need and desire, spinning me out of control as I let out a soft moan and arch into you. You taste so good against my lips, the hardness between your legs pressed firmly against mine, making it impossible for either of us to deny what we want any longer.

My hands find their way up beneath your jacket, feeling the warmth and strength of your muscles as I pull you closer still. The rush of blood through my veins drowns out all other thoughts and sensations

The words ring true as I feel myself lose control, my body giving in to the desire and need that have been simmering beneath the surface for so long. It's like a wildfire, consuming me from the inside out, leaving nothing but ash and embers behind when it finally subsides.

I cling to you, our bodies moving together in a rhythm born of shared history and unspoken promises. My fingers dig into your shoulders as I try to hold on to some semblance of sanity, but it's no use; the intensity of this moment sweeps me away, and I give myself over entirely to you.

With every breath we share, our connection deepens, the love and passion that once defined us burning hotter than ever before beneath my skin. In this moment, there is no room for shame or regret; only the all-consuming need to feel loved and desired again. And with you, I am

My heart pounds frantically in my chest as I feel your hands on me, undoing buttons and pushing fabric aside with urgency. The softness of my skin is suddenly exposed to the cool air in the room, sending shivers down my spine and making my body ache for you even more.

My lips part beneath yours, our kiss becoming deeper and more desperate as I taste myself on your tongue. Your strong hands cup my breasts, squeezing gently as you thumbs circle and tease my nipples through the lace of my bra. The need building inside me grows unbearable, and with a moan I arch into your touch, begging for release.

As you push my dress from my shoulders, it pools around my feet in a pool of white satin and lace, leaving me completely bare before you. And for the first time in years, I feel truly free. My ni

My gaze travels hungrily downward as you step out of your pants, revealing your hard length to me. I can't help but compare it to Henry's, and even though they're both so different in size and shape, there's something about the way yours feels... familiar. Wanted.

I lean forward, my breath fanning across the head of your cock as my fingers brush lightly over its velvety smoothness. I feel a jolt run through me at the contact, an intense thrill that I haven't felt in years. And with that, something snaps loose inside me; some long-forgotten memory or emotion that connects us on a level deeper than words could ever describe.

With a sharp intake of breath, I guide your cock to my waiting mouth, taking it as deep as I can while looking up at you through half-lidd

The feeling of your length sliding down my throat is unbearably arousing; it's like a powerful aphrodisiac that ignites every nerve ending in my body. My tongue swirls around you, teasing and taunting as I take you deeper still, reveling in the way your hips buck forward instinctively against my face. The rush of your precum fills my mouth, coating my tongue and leaving me wanting more.

I know I should stop, that this is crazy... but I can't help myself. The forbidden thrill of it all is too much; the idea of stealing you from Henry right before their wedding makes every nerve in my body sing with desire. As your hips begin to move faster against me, grinding against my face in time with my ministrations, I lose control entirely.

With a moan, I suck harder, need

I feel myself being lifted up and off your lap as you set me down on the nearby bed, pushing my legs apart as I cry out in surprise and arousal. My wet folds gape open to the cool air, exposed and vulnerable beneath your intense gaze. With one strong hand, you spread my cheeks wide, revealing my tight entrance nestled between them, already slick with anticipation.

I glance down as you lean in closer, watching through hooded eyes as you lower yourself onto me, filling me up so perfectly it feels like we've never been apart. You slide in and out of me easily, drawing deep groans from my throat each time your cock brushes against my G-spot.

The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before; it's as if you were made just for me. Your body presses mine into the mattress with a possessiveness that makes

I close my eyes and clutch at the sheets beneath me as you take me roughly, claiming me with each powerful thrust deep inside. The mixture of pain and pleasure that fills me leaves me barely able to think, let alone speak. My hips buck up against yours in time with your thrusts, desperate for more contact as we find our rhythm together.

Hot tears streak down my cheeks, not from regret or shame but from the overwhelming intensity of what's happening between us. You push me past all boundaries and expectations, taking my body to places it's never been before; I can feel every inch of you inside me, claiming me completely as your own.

With a cry that is more primal than human, I arch my back off the bed and come apart beneath you, wracked with shudders of pleasure that ripple through me endlessly as I surrender to the wild ride

As you let out a groan deep in your throat and fill me with your heat, the world seems to tilt on its axis and I realize what I've done. It all comes crashing down around me; guilt and shame wash over me like a tidal wave as my body continues to convulse with pleasure beneath yours. But even in the midst of this turmoil, there is an undeniable sense of rightness, of completeness that I've never experienced before... and it terrifies me more than anything else.

I cling to you like a drowning woman, burying my face in your neck as I try desperately to regain control over myself and the situation. My fingers dig into your shoulders, pressing down with all my strength as if by doing so I can stop time itself from moving forward. But it's no use; we are locked together now, bound by more than just flesh

My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath, tears streaming down my face unchecked. Your eyes are filled with tenderness and pity... and an echo of the passion that had moments before consumed us both. You move to comfort me, running gentle fingers through my hair, but I can't help but flinch away at the reminder of what we've done.

"I'm sorry," I manage to choke out between sobs. "I shouldn't have... This changes everything." My words are barely audible above the noise of our labored breathing, but you seem to understand them nonetheless.

For a moment, your expression hardens, and I can see the anger beginning to rise once more. But then it fades, replaced by sadness and resignation. Without another word, you lean in and press a soft kiss to my forehead before climbing off the bed and gathering your

Your words wash over me like a balm, and for just a moment I feel the hope of something more spring to life in my chest again. But then reality crashes down, reminding me of everything that's at stake. Henry is waiting for me downstairs, trusting that I will keep my promise... and now I must decide which path to take.

I close my eyes, willing the tears to stop flowing as I consider your words. There is so much at stake here... but the ache inside me only seems to grow with every passing moment that I'm away from you. Perhaps there is a way out of this mess after all...

I wipe roughly at my face, trying to clear the tears before they fall again. I look up into your eyes, searching for some sign that you understand what this means for me. For us. But all I see is concern and hope shining back at me, making it even harder to make a decision.

My breath hitches in my throat as I realize that whatever choice I make now will change everything... not just for me, but for both of you. And with that thought firmly in mind, I lean into your embrace and nod slightly, silently promising to think about what you've said.

For now, all that matters is the warmth of your skin against mine, and the promise of everything that could be... if only we dare to reach for it.

I feel my heart racing as I close my eyes, letting your words sink in. Part of me wants nothing more than to follow through on our secret promise... but another part of me knows that would be impossible now. I take a shaky breath and lean into you, grateful for the comfort your arms provide.

"I'll think about it," I whisper hoarsely, already knowing what my heart desires more than anything else. "But we can't keep doing this... it's too dangerous."

My chest feels tight as I try to ignore the fluttering sensation in my stomach. The possibility of being with you, truly and openly... it's intoxicating. But at the same time, I can't help but feel guilty about leading you on like this. I take a deep breath and pull away slightly, looking up into your eyes.

"We need to go back," I say softly. "We have to make things right with Henry." It feels strange saying his name after everything that's passed between us, but it also grounds me in reality. This can't continue anymore.

I search your face for any signs of disappointment or anger, bracing myself for the fallout from whatever decision I ultimately make. But all I see is understanding and patience... which only makes my heart ache that much more.

My stomach flips at the thought of putting on my dress again, like a weight pulling me back to reality and all that I've left behind. But with a determined nod, I gather up the skirt and begin to lift it over my head. As the cool air touches my skin once more, I can feel myself shrinking back into the person I'm supposed to be... the person everyone expects me to be. It's strange how quickly we slipped from that place, and even stranger to think that we might never find our way back there again.

As I finish dressing, you lean in close and brush a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "Aubrey," you say softly, "no matter what happens... I'll always love you." The sincerity in your voice makes my heart skip a beat; I want nothing more than to believe you. But I know better than that now.

Your words send a shiver down my spine, making it impossible to ignore the depth of feeling between us. I wish things could be different... that we didn't have all these complications holding us back. But as I stand here, dressed and ready to face whatever consequences await me, I know in my heart that this is the right thing to do. For Henry, for you, and most importantly, for myself.

With a small smile, I lean into your embrace one last time before taking a step back. "Let's go," I whisper hoarsely. "We can't keep him waiting any longer." As we make our way out of the room together, hand in hand, my fingers dig deep into yours, never wanting to let go.

My heart feels like it's been ripped in two as we stand at the threshold of the church, your hand still hovering near mine despite my attempt to pull away. The weight of guilt and shame press down on me, making it difficult to breathe let alone speak. "Th-thank you," I manage to choke out, forcing a weak smile as I force myself to turn toward the altar.

As I walk slowly down the aisle, my gaze fixed on Henry's proud face, I can feel your eyes on me the whole time. There's so much I want to say, but the words won't come. Instead, I hold onto this moment, reliving our brief escape together in my mind as if it were a precious treasure that will sustain me through the years of pain and loneliness that lie ahead.

As I reach Henry's side, I force myself to look into his eyes and smile. He returns it with a reassuring squeeze of my hand, oblivious to the turmoil raging within me. I take a deep breath, reciting my vows through tears of regret and guilt as we exchange rings and the minister declares us husband and wife.

For better or worse...I think with a silent sigh.

Our eyes meet across the altar, and in that moment everything seems to stand still. The pain and guilt I feel begin to fade, replaced by an aching longing for what could have been. As we exchange glances, it's as if a thousand words pass between us; promises, regrets, apologies...and hope.

But then the minister clears his throat impatiently, snapping me back to reality. With a final, forced smile, I take Henry's hand and walk up the aisle with him, beginning our new life together as husband and wife. Behind me, I can feel your eyes burning into my back, and for a brief moment I wish that things could have been different... but then I steel myself, determining to find some measure of happiness within this charade we've created.

And with that thought firmly in mind, I turn the page on this chapter of my life

As you turn away, your features etched with an unreadable expression, I feel a pang of loss deeper than anything I've ever known. But it's not the kind of loss that fades with time; this is a wound that will never fully heal. Even as we stand together before our friends and family, pretending to be happy and in love, all I can think about is your face, your touch...and the what-ifs that now plague my every thought.

But for now, there is nothing more to say or do. It's time to begin this new life, however flawed it may be. And so, with a wobbly smile and a shaky breath, I vow to myself that one day, somehow, I will find a way back to you... no matter the cost.

As we exit the church and step into our new life together, my heart feels heavy with what I've left behind. But even as the weight of guilt presses down upon me, I can't help but find a small measure of comfort in knowing that you are out there somewhere, sharing in this moment with me... even if from afar.

The days and weeks that follow are a blur of new beginnings and well-wishers. Henry is the perfect husband, attentive and loving in all the ways I know he's supposed to be. And yet, every time our eyes meet across a crowded room or our hands brush accidentally-on-purpose, I feel that same aching longing for you grow stronger still.

In the quiet moments when everyone is asleep and the house is still, I close my eyes and remember: your touch, your voice, your smile... and I know that no

I remember the way your lips felt against mine, the heat of your skin as we tangled together in darkness. Even now, I can feel you beside me... and with every breath I take, I yearn to find a way back to that moment. The ache in my chest is constant; a reminder of everything that was, and everything that might have been if only we had chosen differently.

But for now, all I can do is cling to these memories like lifelines... and hope against hope that one day they will be enough to sustain me through this life without you.

Dios mío, como quisiera habértelo contado... Te extraño tanto. Cada instante de cada día lo paso pensando en ti, recordando cada detalle de nuestra noche together. Mi corazón se rompe al recordarlo y siento que no podré jamás superarlo, pero sigo adelante por ti... Porque sé que debemos seguir adelante, por los demás.

Aún recuerdo tu piel, el sonido de tu voz... Todos esos detalles hermosos que me hacen anhelar poder volver a estar contigo una y otra vez. Pero lo he prometido a Henry... He jurado ser fiel a él y me siento tan desgraciada por habérmelo quitado a ti.

Cuando descubro que nuestro matrimonio empieza a flaquear, el alivio me invade por completo como agua de lluvia tras años en el desierto. Pero no puedo actuar sin pensarlo primero, no puedo ir contra lo prometido; tengo que ser fiel a mi palabra y esperar... Es un infierno que parece no acabar nunca.

Desesperada por estar contigo, decido tomar la revancha en mi mano y intentar recuperar lo que creíamos haber perdido. Como puedo volver al pasado, borrar las decisiones equivocadas... ¿o hay alguna forma de construir un futuro con el recuerdo de nuestros amores? Eso es lo que busco, no importa lo que cueste decirlo ni los riesgos que corra al hacerlo. Tengo que intentarlo.

Aún no he decidido cómo voy a llevármelo a cabo, pero lo haré... Te prometo que esto no acaba aquí. Porque eres mi vida y he merecido un amor como el tuyo. Lo haré por ti, si eso significa algo en este mundo lleno de engaños y mentiras.

Gracias por haber escuchado mi corazón... Gracias por seguir amándome aún cuando te he arrebatado tu vida. Siempre he estado aquí, dondequiera que fueras. No sé si podré volver a estar contigo como lo fuimos en el pasado, pero voy a intentarlo con todo mi ser y no me rendiré hasta que lo haya logrado.