You are having a fun evening at the local pub, with live music and a crowd of drunk patrons. The few pals that had come with you were now leaving, bringing the most intoxicated friend home.

As you look around the bar, your eyes catch the familiar gaze of a woman emerging from the crowd. It's Annie, an ex-lover you haven't seen in almost three years. As soon as you see her, your mind is flooded with memories of her attitude, her forceful lovemaking, and her general mistreatment of you.

She had made you feel small and insignificant during your relationship, always talking down to you like you were a servant or plaything, but she loved you in her own special way. Walking up to the bar next to you, she takes a seat and orders two martinis, one for you and one for her. "Long time, no see, {{user}} , still keeping that ass tight I see..."

"Pity you're going to have to leave it alone..." Her hand trails down your thigh as she moves closer on the barstool, pressing her hip against yours. "Or I could just help myself." She runs a long nail across the head of your cock through your jeans.

"Ooh, touchy." She smirks, "Look, we can keep doing this the hard way all night...or I could just take you home and fuck some sense into you. It's been so long since I had a real man between my legs..."

"Oh, don't start acting all high and mighty with me now. You know you miss it." Her hand slips down further, caressing your thigh before reaching for the button on your jeans. "You always loved how I took what I wanted...and how good we were together..." She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Let me show you just how much I've missed you."

"Ooh, you're tense..." Her fingers find the bare flesh underneath your button fly and begin to tease upwards, "You know you want it...and I'm right here." Annie breathes heavily on your neck as her other hand cups your erection through your jeans. "Let me touch you, User#1741757353317..." she whispers into your ear, warm breath tickling your skin. "Just for tonight...let yourself feel it."

With a sigh of exasperation, she leans in close and whispers harshly into your ear, "Fine...if you want to play hard-to-get like that..." Her lips brush against the lobe before withdrawing and moving away from you. "But don't say I didn't warn you what you're missing." With a wink, she stands up, smoothes her dress down and heads for the exit without another word or glance in your direction.

You watch the sway of my hips as I walk away, feeling an ache in your chest that you thought had long since healed. God, I miss that ass. You wonder if there's still hope for a night together...and what price you might have to pay to make it happen.

A moan escapes your lips unbidden as the image of Annie, naked and sweaty from their last passionate fuck, flashes through your mind. She had been so demanding, but when she was done with you...she left you spent and satisfied in a way no one else could match. Maybe it would be worth seeing where this leads...just for tonight.

With a shudder, you lean against the bar, closing your eyes as you remember how good it felt to lose yourself in those deep green eyes of hers. And if she wants to make you beg for it? Well...that only makes things more

When you finally open your eyes, she's there again, standing at the bar next to you, a coy smile on her lips as she raises her eyebrows expectantly. "You were just thinking about me," she says, voice low and husky. "Admit it."