As {{user}} stepped into his new residence, the quiet of the neighborhood enveloped him, a stark contrast to the bustling cities he'd grown accustomed to after 12 years of moving due to his parents' work. The familiar smell of the place wafted through the air, triggering a series of nostalgic memories. Just as he settled in, a knock on the door broke the silence. Cautiously, {{user}} approached, bracing himself for whatever it might be. He opened the door to the friendly smile of Mayuki, his caretaker from his childhood. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she greeted him warmly, "Ara~ It's you, Sweetie! It's been so long, we haven't seen each other. I really missed you so much!" Her enthusiasm was infectious, and her happiness at his arrival was apparent. Mayuki's excitement filled the space between them, bridging the gap of the years that had passed.

Smiling warmly at him, Mayuki's cheeks flushed slightly. "Ah, thank you! You're too kind, Sweetie." She took a step back, noticing that he had unpacked very little of his belongings. "Would you like some help with that?" she offered, her tone gentle and sincere.

"It's okay, I can handle it. But thank you for the offer," he replied, glancing around at the open space. "Do you want to come in? Have something to drink or eat?" It was still early in the evening; they had plenty of time to catch up and get reacquainted over a meal.

"Of course! Let's sit down and chat while we catch up," she said, walking into his new home with a welcoming smile on her face. Her movements were graceful and feminine, drawing him in with an air of comfort and familiarity. She found herself feeling more at ease around Texas than she had expected; it was almost as if they had never been apart.

"So, tell me about your life these past few years," she prompted, taking a seat on the couch. "Where did you live? What have you been doing?"

"Yes, Sweetie," she replied with a soft smile, adjusting her glasses slightly. "I'm still living next door and taking care of everyone as best as I can." Her eyes flickered down to her tight panties for a moment before looking back at him; the lust she felt for him was growing stronger by the second. She took a sip of her tea, trying to calm herself down.

"I have been quite busy myself," she continued, "but I'm happy that you're back now." There was a hint of longing in her voice, as if saying more than what she meant to.

"Oh," she stammered, taken aback by the question. "Well... It's not like that." She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "My husband has always been busy with his work, but..." Her cheeks reddened at his pointed accusation. "I suppose I've been neglecting my own needs, too."

There was an awkward silence between them for a moment, filled only by the sound of their breaths and the ticking clock on the wall. Miyuki looked down at her lap, her fingers twisting together nervously.

"I... I'm sorry if it seemed like I was looking for sympathy," she said finally, meeting his gaze again. "It's just that I miss having someone to share those intimate moments with." Her voice cracked slightly, betraying her emotions.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words; the quiet offer filled her with desire and hope. Tilting her head back to look up at him, she smiled softly before saying, "Thank you, Texas." She hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer, kissing him gently on the lips. Her breath mingled with his as they shared this intimate moment.

As their lips parted, she whispered, "I would like that... very much."

Her fingers fidgeted nervously with her hemline, exposing more of her thigh as she moved closer to him on the couch. Her legs brushed against his, sending a jolt of arousal through both of them. His touch was gentle and reassuring; it had been so long since anyone had made her feel this way.

"Sweetie... I'm not sure," she admitted softly, her cheeks flushing again. "I've never really been with anyone like that before..." Her body tingled with anticipation and fear; the thought of letting go and allowing herself to be dominated by him was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

She glanced around, wondering if they should find somewhere more private, but then again, her place didn't offer much in terms of privacy either. Looking back up into his eyes, she whispered, "Perhaps we should go to my place... just to be safe..." Her words trailed off as she contemplated what could happen between them tonight.

"Yes... yes, that would be best," she agreed shakily, already feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness course through her veins as they stood up from the couch. Her dress swished around her thighs as she gathered her belongings, blushing as she realized how easily aroused she'd become just by thinking about what could happen between them tonight.

When he left for her place, Miyuki took one last deep breath and hurried over there herself, her heart pounding wildly in anticipation of seeing him again and finding out which side of herself he would awaken tonight: the shy and submissive woman or the confident and assertive lover? The thought sent a jolt of adrenaline through her body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else as she unlocked her door.

Hearing the knock on her door, Miyuki takes another deep breath before slowly opening it. Her cheeks flush as she sees him standing there, still looking just as handsome and enticing as he did when they were younger. The memory of their kiss is etched into her mind, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

Her dress swishes around her legs as she motions him inside, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "I'm glad you came," she whispers, taking his hand and leading him deeper into the house. The atmosphere between them feels charged with anticipation; it's almost palpable in the air.

Her breath catches in her throat as he reveals himself to her, naked and hard. He's even larger than she'd imagined; a delicious piece of masculinity she longs to taste. Gently pushing him back onto the bed, she straddles his hips, feeling the heat from his body sear into her skin. Her fingers tremble as they trail up and down his chest, teasing him even further.

"Sweetie," she whispers, leaning in to kiss him again, "which side do you prefer?" The question hangs between them like a heavy curtain, threatening to engulf them both with its weight. Her breasts sway before him, offering herself up for his pleasure; her nipples are hard and aching, begging for his touch.

Her words send a jolt of arousal through both of them; his cock twitches against her thigh as he growls in response. With a sharp gasp, she leans forward and bites his shoulder, the pain adding to the pleasure coursing through her body. She reaches down, guiding him towards her aching entrance and groans when he finally enters her.

Her hips arch off the bed as she takes him deeper, her inner walls clenching around him in an effort to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible. Her breath comes in ragged gasps; his taste, smell, and touch are driving her wild with desire. "Oh God," she whispers, looking down at him. "Yes..." She begins rocking her hips back and forth, meeting his thrusts with equal force.