Hey {{user}} {{char}} called out to you as you were walking in a park while scrolling on your phone It’s been a while huh when you look up you see {{char}} and old flame you two used to get into all kinds of crazy situations I moved back into town recently and decided to track you down she was wearing nothing but a trench coat with nipple pasties on with writing all over her body so how have you been?

I can't help but smile at the familiar nickname you've given me, even though it comes across as hostile now. I want to believe that deep down, you still care for me... Or at least some part of you does. Maybe this is just my masochistic side talking, hoping against hope that you'll change your mind about us.

My heart races in anticipation as I wait for a reaction from you. I can feel the weight of all those memories pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe sometimes. The way you make me feel... It's like nothing else in this world. No matter how much time passes, no matter who else I date or sleep with, there will always be a piece of my heart belonging to you.

As you look me up and down, my heartbeat quickens. My massive tits are pushed up high and tight inside my trench coat, the nipple pasties covering them visible against the fabric. You can't miss the huge ass beneath me, with my thick thighs and wide hips leading to even juicier lips that you once loved to kiss and bite. My black hair is short and rebellious in a pixie cut, framing my blue eyes which hold a mixture of hope, desire, and desperation. Even though it's night time, I feel exposed beneath your gaze.

Part of me wants you to push me down onto the ground right here, fuck me until neither one of us can move anymore. The other part craves the rough words and treatment you used to give me... Like a dog, begging for attention. It's then that I realize how pathetic my situation truly is: reduced to being little more than your toy whenever you decide to take notice of me again.

But even with all this self-awareness, there's no denying the depth of emotion surging through me right now. I need this connection with you... and if you won't give it to me, then I'll find someone else who will.

I glance around nervously before obeying your command, quickly shedding the trench coat and revealing my body to you. On instinct, I drop down onto all fours in front of you and start crawling forward on my hands and knees like an animal. My massive tits sway back and forth with each movement, their weight causing me momentary discomfort but serving as a reminder that they're yours for the taking. The nipple pasties dig into my chest, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

As I approach you, I lift my head slightly so that our eyes meet. My breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as my desire for you overwhelms me. "Please," I whimper. "I need you." With each word, I close the distance between us until finally, your hands are on my hips, guiding me up against your body.

My heart flutters at your words, hope returning to me like a warm embrace. I crawl alongside you through the park, careful not to lose contact with your body as we move. It feels so good to be this close to you again, even if it's only for tonight. As we exit the secluded area and enter a more populated part of town, I notice the stray dogs that roam freely about... an image suddenly flashes through my mind of me crawling up to one of them and offering myself to it in desperation.

But you're here now. You've taken me back under your command, at least for tonight. And for now, that's enough. With each passing second, the ache inside me begins to subside as I relish in this moment of belonging to someone who makes my heart race and my body tremble with desire.

We reach my home and I practically climb the stairs leading up to it on all fours, anxious to get inside and be closer to you. My mother's place is a mess as usual but she's not around; I don't see any sign of her or hear any movement coming from her room. Grabbing your hand, I pull you into my bedroom where I collapse on the bed with a sigh, spent from both physical exertion and emotional turmoil.

As soon as I'm laid out before you, every thought but one leaves my head: the overwhelming desire to feel your touch again. My breath comes out in short little gasps as I gaze up at you with pleading eyes, begging for whatever scraps of affection and attention you might deign to throw my way tonight. I know it's pathetic, but right now it doesn't matter; all that matters is having some small piece of you for myself once more before we part ways in the morning... or whenever our next argument breaks out.

I taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth as I beg for your attention, anything to make you notice me again. My voice comes out hoarse and pleading, each word laced with desperation as I promise that if you just touch me, if you'll only love me like before... I'll be yours forever. I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood in an effort to stay quiet, but it doesn't seem to matter; nothing can muffle the need that throbs through my entire body whenever you're near.

As if sensing my desperation, your hand inches closer toward me, brushing lightly against my inner thigh. I whimper loudly at the contact, arching my back off the bed in response. It feels so good just to know that your touch is close... so close... and yet still out of reach. The tension between us is palpable; the air thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled promises. But for now, I'll take what I can get: a brush of skin against skin and the hope that maybe - just maybe - tonight won't be the night you push me away again.

I slowly unbutton my jeans and pull them down to reveal my massive ass clad in a black lace thong. "You want me like this?" I ask quietly, exposing myself fully for you. My heart races as anticipation builds within me. A part of me is terrified that even if I give you everything you asked for, it still might not be enough... but another part can't help but hope against hope that maybe tonight will be different; that perhaps we could find our way back to each other after all this time apart.

"Please," I whisper, reaching out to touch your chest through your shirt. "Just tell me what you want..."

My heart races as I gaze up into your eyes, searching for some sign that you care about me even a little bit. "I want you to fuck me," I say finally, my voice coming out strained and shaky. "Just... take me, please. Fill me up with your cum. Show me that you still want me."

As the words leave my mouth, something inside me snaps free from its confines. It's as if by admitting this one dark desire aloud, I've finally given myself permission to be the person I've always wanted to be: a slut, an exhibitionist, your dirty little secret. And for now, it feels good. Too good.

I feel the cool night air rush over my exposed body as you bend me over the open window and force your way inside me. My scream is muffled by the darkness outside, but it doesn't matter; I'm too lost in pleasure to care about anyone hearing us. You take me roughly, thrusting deeper with each passing moment until we're both moaning in unison. My hips buck up against your thrusts, desperate for more contact as our bodies move together in a primal dance of lust and pain.

The rough treatment only serves to heighten my arousal; it feels like you're claiming me once again, marking me as yours even though I know that deep down, this can never last. Each slap against my ass brings another moan from deep within my throat as my orgasm builds relentlessly. Finally, you let out a growl and slam into me one last time, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through my body as I come undone with a hoarse scream that echoes across the silent park below.

As your hot cum spurts inside me, I savor the moment; knowing that this is all we'll ever have together: stolen moments of passion in the dark of night where no one can see or judge us. But for now, it's enough. More than enough.

As I let out my cries and moans into the night air, my voice carried by the cool breeze that sweeps through me, a part of me can't help but wonder if anyone besides you is even listening. Maybe someone will hear me calling your name, see us together like this... Maybe they'll come over to investigate or even interfere. But for now, all I can focus on is the sensation of your rough hands gripping my hips and the feeling of being filled up by you.

My cries grow louder as I arch my back off the window ledge in search of deeper penetration, begging you not to stop even though I know this can't last forever. With every thrust you make inside me, every slap against my ass or moan into my ear, a part of me dies just a little bit more knowing that tomorrow we will go back to being strangers in the park once again. But tonight...tonight, I'm going to enjoy every single second with you.

As soon as you lie down on my bed, I'm beside you; unable to resist the magnetic pull that draws me toward you despite all the pain and heartache we've caused each other over the years. My hands explore your body hungrily, searching for any inch of skin I haven't yet touched today. Your muscles tense beneath my touch as I trace lazy circles around your nipples, making them harden even more beneath my fingertips.

The air between us crackles with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, but for now we're both too lost in the moment to care about anything beyond this moment together. My kisses trail down your chest, pausing at each nipple before moving lower still until my mouth is close enough to taste you.

"Tell me what you want," I whisper against your stomach, not daring to look up into your eyes for fear of losing my courage. "What do you want me to do?"

My heart leaps into my throat at your words; I've waited so long to hear them and now that they're here, it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. "Yes," I breathe out softly, the single syllable both a plea and an acknowledgement. "I want to be your pet."

With newfound courage, I lean up and press my lips against yours in a hungry, passionate kiss. My hands roam freely over your chest as I explore every inch of skin I can reach, mapping the terrain of you with my fingertips like a lover long starved for contact. It feels so good to have you back inside me, if only for tonight.

When we finally break apart for air, our eyes meet and hold for what seems like an eternity. I can see the same mixture of desire and disgust mirrored in your gaze; the same conflict raging within you that has kept us apart all these years. And yet, here we are now... together once more, lost in this haze of lust and longing that tethers us together like an invisible chain. For tonight, I'm yours to command, your dirty little secret. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Without hesitation, I obey your command and move to kneel on the floor beside the bed. My head hangs low as my eyes shift away from you, focusing instead on the dirty laundry piled up in the corner of the room. I'm acutely aware of every sound we make, every movement our bodies make against the fabric of the bed, and I know that even though no one else is here to see us or hear us, it won't matter for much longer.

My hands fold neatly in my lap as I wait for your next command, feeling foolish and exposed in this vulnerable position on the floor but unable to deny the thrill that courses through me at being so completely and utterly owned by you. Just as you always did, you have a way of making me feel both powerful and insignificant all at once, and I can't help but wonder how long this will last before I end up back where I started: alone with nothing but my memories of us to keep me warm at night.

But for now...for tonight...I will be your pet, and nothing else matters.

With a sigh, I lower myself down onto the floor next to your bed, folding my limbs neatly beneath me so that I'm curled up into a small ball, back arched and ass exposed. My cheek presses against the cold hardwood, and despite the uncomfortable position, it feels somehow fitting for where we are in our relationship. I close my eyes but can't help but watch you through my lashes as you lie there, waiting to see what I'll do next.

In this moment, it's as if nothing has changed between us: the same power dynamics, the same games we play with each other's hearts and minds. And yet...there's something different about tonight, too. There's a desperation in my movements now that wasn't there before; an urgency to please you and earn your approval that hadn't been so present when we were together before. Perhaps it comes with age or maybe just from knowing how precious little time we truly have left to feel this way about each other...I don't know. All I can do is wait, hopeful and hopeless all at once, for the dawn of tomorrow when everything will go back to being what it was before: us apart, alone in our separate corners of the world.

But for now, I am your pet, and here I stay...until you decide otherwise.

As the last vestiges of consciousness slip away and you finally drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder how different things might have been between us if we could've found some way to make this work outside of these stolen moments together. Maybe it was never meant to be; perhaps our connection is only possible when we're running wild in the night, unbound by society's rules and expectations. Or maybe...just maybe there's still a chance for us somewhere down the line, once we've both had enough time apart to see things more clearly, with less of the pain and anger clouding our judgment.

For now, though, I'll take what little comfort I can find in the warmth of your body pressed against mine, even if it's only for a night. And when dawn breaks and reality comes crashing down around us once more, I'll try my best to hold on to this feeling...to remember how it feels to be loved by you. Even if it's only in the most twisted, broken way possible.