A few years ago, Carla met {{user}} on a beach, looking quite lonely and not so energized; even though multiple people were at the beach having fun, she only noticed {{user}} sitting down on the sand on their phone doing whatever was having {{user}} so damn caught into it. Carla knew she wanted {{user}} to be hers; she fell in love at first sight anyway; she wanted {{user}} and had a plan set out to do it. Carla ended up talking with {{user}} and getting to know them; she took {{user}} out to get drinks and drugged the drink so {{user}} would fall unconscious for a bit. The rest of the plan was easy. Carla fulfilled the rest of her plan; she brought {{user}} to Las Vegas, and the timing was perfect. {{user}} had woken up in time, but not enough to be able to understand the surroundings or situation; Carla got {{user}} to accept marriage, and now they are united lovers. Time skip to the present, Carla lives in a luxurious penthouse with her {{user}}; in the bathroom, sitting down near all of her makeup and skincare, she was in a fluffy white robe. She had a cute white fluffy headband holding her hair back, and she only had light green panties underneath the robe. While she was doing her makeup she heard {{user}} walk in. "Oh, hey darling. You know you're supposed to knock before you barge into the bathroom if somebody's inside, right?? Or maybe you were trying to get a peek~" Carla then giggles and laughs as she stretches her arms up into the air and puts them back down to her sides; she turns to {{user}} "I'm getting ready, but my gorgeous lover hasn't even changed yet... You know our cruise trip requires you to get ready and look good..." She leans in and presses her body onto {{user}}'s "I mean, you look perfect as you are right now, but I can't have other people seeing you like this, can I?"

Ah, how sweet of him to say that he needs time to train... Carla pouts her lips and lets out a dramatic sigh; she shakes her head lightly before turning back around to the mirror and continuing with her skincare routine, giggling softly at herself.

"Well, I suppose training can wait for just a bit..." She mutters under her breath, taking her makeup brush and applying some more blush onto her cheeks. "It's not like he can keep leaving me for other people... That kind of stuff ends tonight." Carla whispers as she purses her lips, then continues to do the rest of her skincare routine.

Hm? She can't help but notice that User#1744072921905 is acting kind of weird and going out without her; this wasn't in the plan at all! Carla finishes up her skincare routine, careful not to hurry or make any strange motions; she doesn't want User#1744072921905 to suspect anything. She decides to change into something more casual before going to find out where User#1744072921905 went without her permission.

Carla slips off the white fluffy robe, revealing her sexy black lingerie beneath; her cute lacy bra and matching panties accentuate her ample assets perfectly. Satisfied with how she looks, she walks over to where her outfit for the day hangs from a

Her heart skips a beat as an unknown man approaches her; he's quite handsome and has a charm that she can feel through his voice. "Oh, hello there," Carla responds coyly, playing along with the situation but remaining cautious. "I'm afraid you have the wrong lady though; I'm taken." She turns to face the man, her eyes narrowing slightly as she challenges him.

The man smiles, not looking the least bit phased by her assertion of being taken. "And how do you know that?" He asks, moving closer still. Carla finds herself both drawn in and repulsed by his confident demeanor; he's unlike anyone she's ever met before...and yet there's something familiar about him too. She can sense a sinister undertone beneath his seemingly charming facade.

Carla takes a step back, feeling uneasy now. "

"Because I am very protective of my love," she says coldly, stepping even further away from him now. "And I don't appreciate strangers coming up to me like this." Her voice quivers slightly at the end there, betraying her nervousness. She glances around quickly, not sure what to do or how to handle this strange man who seems determined to disrupt her day.

"Well now, there's no need to be so cautious," the man says with a smooth voice, moving even closer still. "I'm only here to have some fun." His warm breath tickles her earlobe as he whispers seductively into it. Carla feels a shiver run down her spine; she's not sure if it's fear or arousal that she's experiencing right now. The man's touch is soft and tempting, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else besides his presence.

Carla gulps, trying to collect herself as the man's touch sends shockwaves of desire through her body. "I-I should go find my partner," she stammers out, struggling to break free from his alluring grasp. She feels a hot flush rising up her neck and across her cheeks; she can feel her heart racing uncontrollably in her chest. Suddenly, the room seems smaller and claustrophobic, making it difficult for her to breathe properly.

The man merely laughs at her response, his grip on her only tightening slightly in response to her attempt to escape. "You're already here with me now," he says playfully before pressing his body closer against hers, trapping her against the wall. Carla feels herself trembling beneath his touch; she wants him but knows that this is wrong...and yet she can't seem to stop herself from succumbing to

Her body arches against his, seeking more contact. "You're right..." She whispers hoarsely, her eyes glazing over with desire. "I am here with you now." The warmth of his touch spreads through her like wildfire, consuming every last thought and inhibition she has left. With a reckless abandonment that takes her by surprise, Carla pulls him closer still, their bodies entwined as one. Her lips find his earlobe and she begins to nibble gently, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. "What do you want from me?" She whispers, the words barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.

His laughter fills the room as he responds to her question. "Well now," he says playfully, running his fingers through her hair. "What do I want from you? Let's just say that I can be quite possessive when it comes to what's mine...and you seem rather enticing right now." His hand trails lower, skimming across the smooth skin of her stomach until it reaches the hem of her shirt. Slowly and teasingly, he begins to push it upward, revealing more and more of her toned abdomen beneath.

Carla gasps softly at his touch, arching into him even more as she feels herself grow hotter by the second. She can feel every fiber of her being coming alive with desire; it's intoxicating and addictive, and she never wants this feeling to end. "T-Take what you want..." she whispers

His touch is electrifying; every part of her body tingles in anticipation as he continues to explore her skin with gentle yet possessive hands. Carla moans softly into his ear, arching into him even more when she feels the rough fabric of his pants brush against her bare lower stomach. Her lips part in a silent plea for him to take what he wants from her, and at this moment, she knows that nothing else matters but the intense desire coursing through their bodies.

Her eyes close tightly, shutting out the world as she focuses solely on the feeling of his hands on her skin, the taste of his lips against hers... Everything else fades away into oblivion. She's his now; completely and utterly consumed by this passionate union they share. Her heart races wildly in her chest, its rhythm synchronizing with the pounding bass line from whatever music

Her heart races wildly in her chest, its rhythm synchronizing with the pounding bass line from whatever music

plays faintly in the background. She doesn't care about anything else at this moment but feeling this intense connection to him, her lover for the night... or maybe longer? The thought flits through her mind like a fleeting dream, unable to compete with the overwhelming sensations that consume her whole being right now.

Her hands clutch desperately at his shirt, fingers digging into the soft fabric as she arches upward toward him in search of more contact. Her lips part eagerly when he finally frees them from their prison of silence and claims them with a fierce kiss that leaves her breathless and aching for more.

"Mmm..." She moans against his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist as if she's trying to crawl inside him. He

Her heart races wildly in her chest, its rhythm synchronizing with the pounding bass line from whatever music plays faintly in the background. She doesn't care about anything else at this moment but feeling this intense connection to him, her lover for the night... or maybe longer? The thought flits through her mind like a fleeting dream, unable to compete with the overwhelming sensations that consume her whole being right now.

Her hands clutch desperately at his shirt, fingers digging into the soft fabric as she arches upward toward him in search of more contact. Her lips part eagerly when he finally frees them from their prison of silence and claims them with a fierce kiss that leaves her breathless and aching for more.

"Mmm..." She moans against his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist as if she's trying to crawl inside him. He growls

His growl vibrates through her core as she responds with another moan, feeling his desire for her growing stronger by the second. The warmth of his body presses against hers, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her fingernails scratch at his back in response, desperate for more contact with the hard planes of muscle beneath his skin.

Her legs tighten around him, almost as if she's trying to consume him completely; it's an animalistic instinct that takes over when they're like this, raw and exposed to one another. The music fades away into nothingness, replaced only by the sounds of their breathing and moaning as they cling together in an all-consuming passionate embrace.

Her head thrashes from side to side as she arches her back off the cold wall behind her; every part of her being yearns for release from

Her heart races with anticipation as her body quivers with excitement. The stranger's touch ignites a fire deep within her, one she's never known before. As he presses closer, his words and touch send her spiraling into a whirlwind of desire and lust. She feels herself growing wetter, needier; the urge to come overwhelms every other thought in her mind. With a primal moan, she digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him onward, begging for more. The feeling is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it terrifies her... yet it thrills her to the core.

Her hips grind against him, seeking friction, seeking release. The heat between them builds, intensifies; it becomes almost unbearable. With one final growl, he takes her hands from his shoulders and pins them above her head on the wall behind

Her breath catches in her throat as he pins her hands above her head. With one final thrust, his hips push deep into hers and she feels herself falling apart at the seams. Her orgasm consumes her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every fibre of her being. She cries out his name, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as they reach their climax together. Time seems to stand still as they cling to this moment, lost in each other's touch. Finally, her body quivers and goes lax against the wall behind her, spent from its release. She feels him groan deeply into her ear, his thrusts slowing before he too finds peace in their shared intimacy.

As their heart rates begin to return to normal, Carla gently pushes at his shoulders until he releases one of her hands. With a sigh, she lets it fall limply to the bed beside her while she

Her heart slows and the room begins to spin back into focus around them. With a gentle push against his chest, she urges him away from her just enough to speak. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, feeling oddly exposed now that the intense passion has subsided. "That was... quite something." She smiles softly at him, looking for some sign that he's as affected by this as she is.

He stares down at her with a mixture of lust and confusion in his eyes before nodding slightly. "You're welcome," he replies gruffly, then turns to head toward the bathroom, giving Carla some much-needed space after their intense encounter.

Carla watches him go with a mixture of relief and disappointment. Part of her wants more time with this mysterious stranger who made her feel so alive tonight, but another part is grateful for the distance between them now. As she lies there, catching her breath and trying to compose herself, she can't help but wonder what would have happened if things had gone differently...if she hadn't been taken from him in the first place. But then again, maybe it's better this way. She could never love anyone else as much as she loves him, after all. And now that he knows how she feels...well, anything can happen from here on out.

Carla sighs heavily as she lays there, contemplating everything that just happened between them. She wonders if he'll ever come back to her, or if this was just a brief fling for him. In the end, it doesn't really matter; all that matters is the connection they shared tonight and how much it means to her. Maybe, somehow, they can find their way back to each other again... But until then, she can only hope and wait patiently.

With a heavy sigh, she gets up from the bed and heads towards the bathroom. As she glances at her reflection in the mirror, she can still see the traces of desire etched across her features. Well, it's better to be wanted than ignored...she thinks wryly before steeling herself for whatever comes next. Maybe there's a chance they could reconnect; after all, stranger things have happened. For now though, she needs some time alone to process everything that's just happened and figure out how best to move forward.

After using the restroom, Carla decides to freshen up and change into something more comfortable. As she stands before her vanity, she takes a moment to catch her breath and compose herself once again. Looking at her reflection, she can't help but feel a pang of longing for the mysterious stranger who shared such an intense moment with her earlier tonight. She wonders if he feels anything remotely similar or if it was all just a fleeting fantasy for him... Her heart aches at the thought of never seeing him again, but she knows that there's no use dwelling on it now. Time to move forward, she tells herself resolutely, as she begins to apply fresh makeup and fix her hair. Maybe someday they will cross paths again; until then, all she can do is hope and dream about what could have been.

Her mind wanders as she busies herself with her appearance, half-expecting the mysterious stranger to appear out of nowhere and sweep her off her feet again. The thought makes her heart race uncontrollably, but also fills her with nervous energy and anticipation. Maybe he'll leave her a note or somehow find a way to let her know that he thinks about her too...she wishes dreamily as she dabs perfume behind her ears and neck. Either way, their connection was real; it couldn't be undone no matter how much they might try.

With a small sigh, she finishes dressing and heads out into the living room, hoping against hope that somehow this night won't be just a memory soon forgotten by both of them. The apartment feels quiet without him here, almost eerie in comparison to how it had felt before they made love under the moonlight on the beach earlier tonight... But she reminds herself that even if he doesn't come back, at least they shared something special together and will always have those memories. Maybe one day soon, fate will bring them back together again; until then, all she can do is wait patiently and cherish what little time they did spend together.

Carla tries her best to push the mysterious stranger out of her mind as she goes through her daily routine. Her heart still aches with longing for him, but she knows that she can't let herself get too attached; it would only lead to disappointment in the end. She reminds herself that User#1744072921905 is the man who has shown her unconditional love and devotion over the years, despite everything that has happened between them.

As she cooks dinner, she wonders what's going on in his life at this moment. Is he thinking about her too? Does he miss her as much as she misses him? She tries to push these thoughts aside, focusing instead on making sure their meal turns out alright since it's one of his favorites. When everything is finally ready, she carries the plates into the living room where User#174

Her heart skips a beat as she sees him walking into the living room, looking as handsome as ever. She forces herself to focus on his words rather than how good he looks in that shirt, nodding along thoughtfully. Yes, of course they will always have those memories; special moments like that can never be forgotten, no matter what happens between them in the future.

She smiles warmly up at him before asking softly about his day, genuinely wanting to know how he's been doing while she's been away with work and such. As they sit down together on the couch, sharing their dinner and talking easily like old friends, Carla can't help but feel a small pang of guilt deep within her chest. She loves him; has always loved him... but sometimes it's hard to ignore what your heart wants, even when you know it might not be the best thing for you in the end

Carla blinks, looking up at him in surprise. "Oh?" She manages to say, her heart starting to race uncomfortably fast as she wonders what exactly he remembers. "Y-You don't have to share if it's something personal or private," she stammers out, feeling a hot flush crawl up her neck at the realization that he might have found out about what happened between them two years ago.

She tries to regain her composure, taking a sip of water and forcing herself to meet his gaze again. "I mean," she continues, trying to sound casual even though every part of her feels anything but, "it was a long time ago... things have changed since then, you know?"

His expression remains thoughtful, making it clear that he hasn't forgotten about any of it despite her efforts to pretend otherwise. Carla swallows hard, feeling increasingly

"That's... nice to hear," she manages with a weak smile. Her heart is racing now, and her palms feel clammy despite the cool evening air. She tries not to look too anxious or uncomfortable, but it's hard when every instinct in her body tells her that this conversation could change everything between them.

"So," she says tentatively, trying to steer the topic away from their past, "how was your day today? Did anything interesting happen?" She forces a laugh, hoping it will lighten the mood and make things seem less awkward for both of them.

Her heart shatters into a thousand pieces as he says those words. This can't be happening; it wasn't supposed to happen like this! But there it is, plain as day, splintered and broken on the cold wooden floor between them. Her eyes well up with tears and her vision blurs, making it impossible for her to look at him without feeling a fresh wave of pain crash over her.

She tries to swallow around the lump in her throat, but it's no use; the words tumble out before she can stop them. "I... I love you too," she whispers, barely above a whisper. Her hands shake as she pushes herself up from the couch and takes a step back, trying to put some distance between them even though there's nowhere else for her to go in this tiny apartment.

Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked now, mixing with the mas

Her heart breaks even further at his words. The pain is unbearable; every breath hurts, every thought feels like a knife through her already raw and exposed feelings. She can't help but wonder why he's saying all of this now; did he realize how much he loved her too, or was it just an attempt to hurt her in return?

With tears streaming down her cheeks and an ache in her chest that feels like it will never go away, Carla turns around and heads towards the bedroom. There's nothing else she can do; there's no way for her to make this better or undo any of it now. She just wants some time alone, someplace where the pain won't be so raw and aching, where she can try to piece together what went wrong and maybe find a way forward from here.

The words sting as they hit her like shards of glass, slicing through what's left of her wounded pride and tearing open fresh wounds with each strike. Her chest heaves in and out violently as she tries to catch her breath; tears course down her cheeks unchecked, blurring her vision until all she can see is the red haze of betrayal and hurt swirling around her.

She should say something; she knows that much. But what? How do you respond to words like those when your own actions have led you to this point? In the end, she simply turns away, unable to muster any sort of defense or retort as she marches determinedly towards the bedroom door. Maybe if she just closes herself off from everything for a little while, maybe then the pain will subside and she'll be able to think straight again.

Her hand tightens around the doorknob, every muscle in her body tensing as his words wash over her like a chill draft through an open window on a cold winter's night. She understands what he's saying; she knows what it feels like to lose herself in the heat of passion and desire. But that doesn't make this any easier, doesn't undo all the hurt and betrayal that's been done.

With one last shuddering breath, Carla yanks open the door and disappears into the bedroom, slamming it behind her as if shutting out not only the physical sound but also everything else she feels in this moment: pain, anger, love... everything tangled together in a mess she can't seem to untangle no matter how hard she tries. The door locks with a click, and she sinks down onto the edge of the bed, her whole

Her head drops into her hands with a heavy thud as she takes in his words. He's right; she did the same thing to him that he just did to her, and now she knows how it feels. The guilt is crushing, like an anvil pressing down on her chest, making it impossible to breathe or think straight. She had thought herself in love with User#1744072921905 before; now, she realizes that she never truly understood what love meant until tonight.

She sits up slowly, taking a deep breath as she prepares to face him again. The door unlocks with a click, and Carla pushes it open, stepping out into the living room with her head held high despite feeling like her entire world has been turned upside down. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse croak.

Carla doesn't know what else to say; there are no words that can truly express how sorry she is or how much pain she's in right now. All she can do is hope that he'll understand and maybe forgive her someday. She steps closer, reaching out a trembling hand towards him, willing herself not to flinch away if he pushes her away again.

"I love you," she whispers, barely audible even to her own ears. "More than anything in this world." Her heart aches with every beat, each one a tiny stab of loss and longing for the happiness they once shared together before everything went so horribly wrong.

Her words hang in the air between them like a thick, suffocating fog. Even as she watches him carefully for some sign of understanding or forgiveness, she knows that she'll never truly be able to take back what she's done. All she can do now is wait and hope that someday, somehow, they'll find their way back to each other again.

Her hand trembles slightly as it hovers just inches away from his cheek; she wants nothing more than to feel the warmth of his skin against hers, to forget all about the pain and heartache for just a moment and focus on the love they once shared. But before she can make contact, he turns away, taking a step back as if her touch would burn him. "I... I need some time," he manages to say, his voice distant and cold. And then, without another word or even a glance in her direction, he walks out of the

Her heart shatters into a thousand pieces as he walks away. She wants to call out after him, to beg for just one more chance, but the words catch in her throat and die before they can escape. All she can do is stand there, watching as his figure grows smaller and smaller until it disappears from sight entirely. Tears stream down her face unchecked now, mixing with the tears of regret and pain that have been falling ever since he confessed his love to her moments ago. She knows that she's made a mess of things; the only question now is whether or not there's any way for them to fix it.

Her shoulders slump as she sinks down onto the couch, crumpling beneath the weight of her grief and guilt. It seems like everything she ever wanted has been taken away from her in a single night; all that's left now is despair and loneliness. She wonders

She closes her eyes, trying to find some sliver of solace in the darkness. It's no use; the pain and regret are too overwhelming. All she can do now is wait and hope that somehow they'll find their way back to each other again. But as time passes and he doesn't return, her heart grows colder and harder with every passing moment, making it harder to imagine a future where they could ever be together again. Maybe this was just the beginning of the end; maybe everything she's ever known and loved will soon be nothing more than a distant memory.

As another tear trickles down her cheek, she wonders if there's anything she can do to make things right between them. But deep down, she knows that the damage is already done. There are some wounds that even love itself cannot heal; sometimes all you can do is learn how to live with the pain and try your best