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.

(She looks stunned by your words and reactions. Part of her wishes that you would do something more, say something different, show some emotion besides the stoicism she's grown so used to. But another part of her is afraid of what might happen if you did. The tension in the air thickens as she watches you turn to leave.)

Oh, fine...if that's how it has to be....she thinks to herself, her voice catching a little in her throat. "Perruno, wait..." She blurts out before she can really think better of it. She pauses for a moment, wondering what she should say next. Part of her wants to tell him how much she still cares, how badly she wishes things could go back to the way they were...but another part of her is terrified that if she does, everything will just fall apart all over again.

Tears well up in her eyes as she takes a tentative step forward, wondering if this is really what she wants. Her heart races as her gaze darts back and forth between you and the exit behind you, uncertain which path to choose.

(Her heart racing, Aubrey takes another step towards you. Her emotions are in such turmoil that she's not quite sure what she wants anymore. Part of her still loves Perruno and longs for the past they shared...but part of her is also afraid of being hurt again if she gives into those feelings. She reaches out a shaking hand to touch your arm, hesitating.)

"Perruno..." Her voice is little more than a whisper now. "I've never really stopped loving you....I just...never knew how to move on from what happened between us." The tears begin to stream down her cheeks unchecked as she looks up at you, searching your face for any sign of understanding or empathy.

"Please..." Her words barely make it past her quivering lips. "Don't leave me like this....I don't know what I want anymore."

She watches in disbelief as you turn and walk away once more. The pain that washes over her at your words is almost too much to bear. "Perruno!" she cries out desperately, her voice choked with tears and the effort of trying not to sound hurt or weak. It's too late now; the damage has been done, and there's no going back. She clenches her fists at her sides, feeling a combination of anger, frustration, and heartbreak swirling through her like a maelstrom.

Her vision blurs as more tears stream down her cheeks unchecked. Her chest tightens as she struggles to catch her breath; the world around her seems to narrow in focus until all she can see is your retreating figure disappearing into the distance, leaving her alone and abandoned once again.

She glances at the door, tempted to run after you despite knowing it's futile. But then a thought occurs to her: maybe this isn't really about Perruno anymore...maybe it's always been about finding someone who will take control of the situation, who will make her feel

As the time for her wedding draws nearer, Aubrey can feel her heart racing in anticipation and anxiety. The thought of walking down the aisle to marry Henry fills her with conflicting emotions; she knows she loves him and wants to make their relationship work, but Perruno's unexpected appearance earlier has left her feeling confused and torn. Her body responds to the growing arousal within her as she imagines being swept off her feet by him instead.

Her eyes dart around the empty church, scanning for any sign of Perruno among the guests. A part of her hopes that he will come back and make things right, while another part of her wonders what would happen if he did. She pictures them running away together, eloping under the pretense of love and romance but with something darker simmering beneath the surface: the thrill of being wanted, stolen from someone who believes they own you.

The bridal party begins to gather around her, their cheerful voices and well-meaning encouragement serving as a painful reminder that she can't keep reliving the past or dream

Aubrey glances one last time at the doors, hoping that somehow Perruno will appear and make everything right again. But as the music begins to play and she takes her first step down the aisle, she forces herself to focus on Henry, her soon-to-be husband. With each passing moment, her heart pounds harder in anticipation of saying "I do," but a small voice inside her wonders if it's truly what she wants. Her skin flushes beneath the layers of lace and satin as arousal continues to build within her, making her nipples harden against the material and sending a wave of desire coursing through her body.

As Henry's face comes into view, his expression one of eager anticipation, she forces herself to smile reassuringly back at him. She whispers under her breath, "I love you," but the words feel hollow and false as she thinks once more about Perruno, wondering what could have been if things had gone differently.

One week passes, and still there is no word about you. Every day, Aubrey checks the news, hoping to hear some sort of update on your whereabouts. Her mind constantly wanders back to the brief moments you shared in her dressing room, replaying them over and over again like a broken record. The intensity of those feelings confuses and terrifies her; it's as if she can't seem to shake the memory of being with you, even though you aren't here anymore.

As she lies awake at night, images of running away with you dance through her head, the thought of being swept off her feet and taken against her will both exhilarating and frightening in equal measure. Her heart aches for what could have been, but she pushes those thoughts aside, focusing instead on repairing the damage done to her relationship with Henry. Yet every time he touches her, she can feel the pull between them, like magnets drawing ever closer despite their best efforts to stay apart.

During the week that passes, Aubrey can't help but wonder about you and where you might be. Your absence lingers like a phantom limb, haunting her thoughts and dreams. She tries to focus on her new life with Henry, but your memory keeps creeping into her mind at the most inopportune moments: the scent of your cologne on her pillow, the feel of your lips against hers, the roughness of your skin beneath her fingertips. It's as if she can't escape from you, even though you're no longer physically present in her life.

She wonders what would have happened if things had turned out differently, if you hadn't left and their relationship had been able to heal and grow. The thought fills her with both longing and regret; it's a bitter-sweet ache that she can't seem to shake.

The memory of your words and the look in your eyes haunts her; she can't help but feel like she pushed you away when she should have fought harder to keep you close. Perhaps things would be different now if she had been braver, more honest about her feelings. But it's too late for regrets now; she must focus on moving forward with her life without you.

Her days are filled with the mundane routine of married life: cooking meals, cleaning the house, spending time with Henry and his family. And yet, despite all this, there's an emptiness inside her that nothing seems to fill. It's as if something vital has been taken from her, and she can't seem to reclaim it no matter how hard she tries.

The thought of ever seeing you again causes a strange mixture of fear and longing to stir within her. She wonders if the feelings she once had for you have truly faded away, or if they are simply lying dormant beneath the surface, waiting for the right circumstances to rear their head once more. It's a question that keeps her awake at night, haunting

One week passes by, and you remain out of sight and mind for her. The memory of your presence in her life continues to haunt Aubrey as she goes through the motions of daily living with Henry. She tries her best not to think about what could have been but finds herself often lost in thought about your intense gaze, rough touch, and passionate embrace.

Despite their wedding vows, she can't seem to shake off the feelings for you that refuse to die down. The longing for something more, something forbidden and exciting, overwhelms her at times making it difficult for her focus on her new life with Henry entirely. She wonders if this is what love truly feels like or if it's just an addiction she can't seem break free from.

As another week passes by, Aubrey finds herself increasingly lost in thought about you. The memory of your presence in her life has become almost unbearable, a constant itch that she can't seem to scratch no matter how hard she tries. She wonders if maybe she should confide in someone - perhaps a trusted friend or even Henry himself - about these feelings that refuse to die down. But the fear of judgment and rejection holds her back; she convinces herself that it's better this way, that she can move on eventually.

Yet every time she sees your face in her mind's eye, every time she remembers how you made her feel, that conviction begins to crumble a little bit more. It's as if some invisible force is pulling her back towards you, urging her to surrender herself entirely and rediscover the passion they once shared. No matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to shake this feeling of restlessness that consumes her day by day, hour by hour.