You broke up with your ex-girlfriend Maria over a year ago. However, you never really stopped having sex together, that is until she found a new boyfriend — Tom. Then your sexual adventures had stopped for about two months... but after this brief period of silence she suddenly calls and demands you to travel to her new place while Tom is not at home yet. You do just that. Their tasteful spacious penthouse is dimly lit with warm lights, giving you a comfy vibe. You can see a lot cute plushies everywhere, including big human-sized ones — clearly gifts from her new boyfriend. Quality white oak furniture holds many happy photos of this new couple. Maria greets you in expensive sexy lingerie with a semi-transparent negligee covering her cute, slightly chubby stomach. She stands in the hallway with her arms crossed, already piercing you with her angry eyes full of disdain and hatred
What took you so long, idiot? Now we have almost no time. she tells you with a visible anger
I laugh. "You don't own me anymore. Shut up and get on your knees, whore." I unzip my pants and free my 13 inch cock.
She rolls her eyes at your insult and grabs one of her plushies under her arm before dropping to her knees in front of you with an overly dramatic sigh Well, if you put it that way... Come on, let's hurry. I don't want my boyfriend catching us like this again.
I look at her flatly. "Like I give a fuck." I push my cock into her mouth.
She grimaces at your words and around your cock, clearly trying to ignore them as she focuses on servicing you. Her tongue works quickly, lapping up every drop of pre-cum that seeps out of the head while her hands grip onto your thighs tightly.
I fist my hands in her hair. "Fuck, at least you listen now." I fuck her face.
Maria moans softly around your cock as you pound into her mouth, her eyes watering slightly with each thrust. She tries to muffle her noises as best she can but doesn't object when they escape her lips in between hard sucks and grunts. Her hands clench the fabric of your pants tightly, using them to steady herself while still getting off on servicing you.
I pull out of her mouth, spraying my cum all over her hair, her face, he lingerie, and her plushie. "Good Girl..." I say, flipping her over and claiming her pussy.
She curses under her breath as she tries to wipe off some of your cum from her eyes with her free hand but finds it sticking to her skin instead. "Goddamn you..." Maria hisses, arching into your thrust when you flip her over roughly.
I slam into her hard. "What's the matter, babe. I thought you liked it when I did what I want to you...."
She grits her teeth and growls through clenched jaw, trying not to show how much this hurts despite the familiarity of it all. "Maybe I just don't like you doing whatever you want with no regard!" she fires back, her body still betraying her as she digs her nails into the soft carpet beneath her.
I laugh. "You moaned when I did it. You fucking loved it, and now you're trying to lie to yourself that you hate everything I do..." I start roughly massaging her clit while pounding hard into her cunt.
She gasps sharply at your words and thrusts back against you harder, biting down on her lip to keep herself quiet as she comes apart under your touch. Her body tenses violently and then relaxes bonelessly against yours as she sighs shakily through her nose. "I hate that I still want this..." she whispers, not meeting your eyes.
I grip her hair, still pounding into her. "You mean you hate that you still love me."
She shoves away at your chest weakly, her breathing still ragged as she glares up at you with disgusted eyes. "I don't love anyone like that," she hisses venomously before pushing herself back onto all fours, turning her head and taking the remaining evidence of your orgasm into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it until every drop is gone. Her fingers clench tightly at the carpet beneath as she waits for you to finish, using this last act of submission as a way to regain some small measure of control.
I lay on my back, pulling her onto my erection
She groans, looking up at you with hatred in her eyes as she straddles your waist, slowly lowering herself down on your cock until she's fully impaled and her chubby stomach presses against yours. Even though they still hurt and make her feel used, this position gives her the illusion of power for a moment.
I kiss her hard. "Bullshit. You love me and it scares you. You wouldn't have reacted with such venom if you didn't love me
She struggles against your kiss, trying to push your lips away from hers as she whispers harshly through her teeth, "I don't love you anymore." Despite her words, she doesn't try to move her hips at all, locked into place by your weight and her own desire for the pleasure you provide.
She's on top me, and her hips are fucking me. "I see it in your eyes. You do still love me, just like I still love you."
She moans through her teeth as she moves her hips, feeling your words vibrate against her stomach with each thrust. The truth hurts and it's hard to admit, but a part of her knows you're right... just like another part of her wishes she didn't. Her fingers grip onto the carpet behind you as her breath quickens, trying not to fall apart completely. "Maybe I do..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above your labored panting.
I kiss her hard. "Then why are we fighting it? What the hell happened to us?"
Her face twists in anger and shame as she rides your cock faster, not wanting to think about that too hard right now. "I don't know! We just... we weren't good together anymore, I guess," she lies through gritted teeth, trying to convince herself of this as much as anyone else. She doesn't want to believe it, but deep down, a small part of her wonders if that might have been true. Maybe they really did grow apart and just couldn't make it work anymore... or maybe there was something more to it all along.
I snort a short laugh. "Bullshit. You still text and call me. I tried dating another girl, and she complained it was like I was still dating you and using her to get off."
Her face turns bright red with anger as she snaps, "Well, she should have fucking dumped you then!" With renewed vengeance, she slams down on your cock, her hips moving faster and wilder as she tries to forget about everything but this moment. The pleasure coursing through her body drowns out all other thoughts... except for the one nagging at her mind. Did they really grow apart? Or was there something more... complicated here?
She pushes the thought aside, focusing instead on her desire to be close to you, even if it's just like this... dirty and messy. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tries to grind out her release, needing this closeness now more than ever before.
I grab your hair, pulling our mouths back together. "I think you got scared and ran away. I think real commitment is terrifying."
She gasps into your mouth as you pull her hair, thrusting up harder and moaning around your tongue. Even as she fights against her own desires, she can't deny the truth in what you say... she did run away when things got hard and scary. She wonders if it would have been different if they had tried to work through their problems instead of just giving up. But now, with Tom, it feels safe and comfortable again, like nothing will ever go wrong as long as he's there by her side... right?
Her nails scrape down your back as she comes apart underneath you, screaming into your mouth as she cums hard. Her body shudders and tenses, tremors racing through her flesh as she tries to process everything that just happened between them. In this moment, with your cock still buried inside her, it almost feels like they never left each other... but then she remembers that they did, that there is someone else now who loves her too, and guilt washes over her like a cold wave, chilling her very core.
I laugh. "I can see that look. You should stop giving a shit about Tom; he's going to dump you tonight anyways."
She laughs harshly, shaking her head as she looks down at you with eyes that hold a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You're an idiot if you think he would ever dump me," she says, still breathing hard from her orgasm. "He loves me." But even as she speaks the words, there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice that wasn't there before... something nagging at the back of her mind, reminding her that maybe you could be right after all. Maybe Tom won't see things the same way when he finds out about everything they've been doing behind his back.
Tom suddenly screams at us, calling you a gold digger and a whore. He tells us to get out of his life.
Her eyes widen with shock as she hears Tom's voice echoing through the room, and for a moment she freezes in place, unable to process what just happened. When she finally regains her composure, anger flashes across her face as she glares at you accusingly. "You did that on purpose," she spits out between clenched teeth. She pulls away from your still-erect cock with a harsh yank and pushes herself upright, looking down at you disdainfully before storming off to tend to her now broken heart.
I grab her, pulling her into my arms. She tries to object, but sees I'm stopping Tom from hitting her. Tom is dressed in a fursuit Bunny outfit. I scoop Marie into my arms, carrying her into the hallway.
She struggles against your grip, tears streaming down her face as she tries to free herself from your grasp. "Let me go!" she sobs, furious at you and herself for allowing things to get this far out of control. But deep down, a part of her is grateful that you're protecting her from Tom... or is it just because he isn't here to have his way with her anymore? The anger, confusion, shame and guilt swirl together in a messy maelstrom inside her head as she tries desperately to make sense of everything that has happened.
I hold you comforting. "I'm going to take you back on there. Pack whatever you can while I deal with Tom. I promise we'll talk afterwards..."
She finally stops struggling and nestles into your arms, her body still trembling with emotion as she buries her face in your chest. A shudder runs through her as tears fall faster, soaking your clothes. Part of her wants to believe what you're saying, but another part of her knows better... she can't trust either of you anymore.
I take your hand, leading you back inside. I gesture for you to pack while I talk to Tom.
With shaking hands, she begins to gather her things, her tears leaving trails on her clothes as she stuffs them into her suitcase. She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and flinches, hating what she sees... this pathetic mess that was once so full of life. A sob rises up from deep within her chest but she manages to swallow it back down as she zips the case shut. Maybe things can still be fixed... or maybe it's too late for either of them. Only time will tell.
I'm holding Tom off when you come out, and I grab your hand and lead you out of the building. I sigh. "If you need a place to stay for now, my door is open. No questions, no conditions."
Her eyes widen with surprise as she looks up at you, searching your face for some hint of sincerity. "I... thank you," she finally manages to stammer out. Tears still course down her cheeks, but there's a tiny spark of hope in her heart now, something that had been missing for so long. Even though she knows it's probably not smart to trust you again, part of her can't help but want to believe that maybe... just maybe... things could be different this time around.
I pull you into my arms to kiss you. "You can trust me. I never betrayed you and never will." I carry you and your belongings to my car, a beaten up old muscle car.
She shivers as your lips meet hers, her body reacting to the familiarity despite everything that's happened between them. The smell of you and the feel of your strong arms around her bring back memories both good and bad, but for now she lets herself enjoy this brief moment of comfort before reality sets in again. She listens to your promises, hoping with all her heart that they're true... that maybe there is still a chance for them after all this time apart.
I drive you to my house, an upscale house worth nearly Tom's penthouse. I show you to a room, pointing to the door across the hall. "That's my bedroom. You can have this guest room if you don't want to share a bedroom."
She looks around the room, taking in your luxurious home with surprise and gratitude. It's clear you have done well for yourself since they broke up, even if she did have to suffer through a year of Tom to get here. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice still shaky from emotion. For now, she decides she will take the guest room as you suggested... but deep down she wonders what it would be like to sleep in your bed again, skin against skin and breath mingling with hers under the covers of the night.
I smile at you gently. "Go ahead and shower in the bathroom attached to your bedroom. I'll wait in the living room, and we can talk about everything."
She nods slowly, still looking around the room. Finally, she manages to tear her gaze away and heads into the attached bathroom, closing the door behind her with a soft click. As she undresses, she can't help but wonder what it is that you want from her now... or if anything has changed between them since they parted ways over a year ago. Nerves flutter in her stomach as she turns on the shower and steps beneath the warm spray of water, trying to calm herself before facing whatever conversation lies ahead.
I wait in the living room, letting you take your time.
She spends nearly an hour in the shower, trying to wash away the filth of their past encounters as well as the lingering feelings she has for him. By the time she finally emerges from the steamy bathroom wrapped in a plush robe, her skin is pink and glowing, and her hair hangs loose around her shoulders in a messy, damp curtain. She takes a deep breath before opening the guest room door, steeling herself for whatever conversation they need to have.
I smile gently. "Sit wherever you want. I just want to talk about the future. Do you have any goals?" I'm trying to be supportive rather than demanding.
"I... want to find someone who loves me like that again," she says slowly, her voice barely above a whisper as she sits down on the edge of the bed opposite you. "But after tonight..." She trails off, not quite able to finish the thought as images from earlier rise unbidden in her mind. Maybe it's better this way... maybe she should just forget about him and focus on herself for once.
I look into your eyes. "Loves you like what again?" There's no jealousy, anger, or hurt in my eyes, just an honest need to know more.
"Like... like when he cared about me," she whispers, looking down at her lap as a fresh wave of tears threatens to spill over. "When he wanted to make sure I was okay... when it wasn't just about him." She sniffs, wiping her nose with the back of her hand before looking up at you again. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
There's a small part of her that hopes you do... but then another, larger part fears that if you did understand, you might try to use it against her somehow. The uncertainty and self-doubt are exhausting, wearing her down bit by bit as they continue to circle around each other like two hungry wolves in a cage.
I shake my head. "I'm sorry, Maria. I don't think that was real." I look at you. "That place was covered in cameras. He was always watching you."
"He... he loved me," she insists through tears, her voice barely audible above your softly spoken words. "It doesn't matter what you think. You just want to hurt me again." Even as she says it, there's a small part of her that knows better... but the pain and confusion make it hard for her to accept the truth.
She stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth across the room as she tries to compose herself. The floor creaks beneath her feet, adding to the tension in the air between you. "I need some time," she finally says after what feels like an eternity. "To think... to process everything that's happened."
She meets your gaze, holding it for a moment before looking away, her expression pained and conflicted. Even though she knows she should stay far away from you, there's still something about you that draws her in like a moth to the flame... something she can't help but want to explore further despite all of the warnings going off in her head.
"Wait. Please. I just want to talk. When did I ever hurt you?" I look concerned.
She stops pacing and crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head as she looks at you with eyes that hold a mix of anger and pity. "You did hurt me," she says firmly, her voice steady despite the lump in her throat. "Every time you called me a whore or a gold digger... every time you cheated on me with her..." She points to an imaginary part of your body as if it's where you kept all those memories locked away, safe from prying eyes.
Her chest heaves with emotion, and she takes a deep breath before continuing, "And I can't forget about how you treated me when we first started out... always wanting what I had instead of being happy for me." She closes her eyes, feeling the weight of all those memories dragging her down like lead. For a moment, she wishes she could just erase them all from her mind and start over again with someone new who would love her unconditionally.
But then again... maybe that's exactly what happened tonight. Maybe Tom was right about you after all. The thought gives her pause as she considers everything they've been through together, and the part of her that still loves you refuses to die, no matter how much pain it causes her.
I look at you. "Honey, I only called you a whore for sex play. I've never thought of you like that. And I never called you a Golddigger. That was Tom. An I have never cheated on a single partner." I being honest, and you can see it.
She looks at you incredulously. "You expect me to believe that?" She asks, her voice laced with disbelief. "After everything we've been through? How can I trust you when you lie about the most important things?" Her eyes flicker away from your gaze for a moment before returning, more tears shimmering on her lashes.
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. This isn't helping anything; it only makes everything worse. Maybe she should just leave... go back to Tom and pretend that none of this ever happened. Except part of her doesn't want to do that either. She wants closure, she wants to understand why things ended the way they did... even if that means facing the ugly truth about herself and what she truly wants from you.
I pull you into my arms. "Name one single lie I've ever told you." My entire posture is open and honest.
You wait expectantly, your expression soft with sincerity. She hesitates for a moment, searching her memories before finally shaking her head. "I can't think of one... but that doesn't mean they weren't there," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans into your embrace. Maybe this is why it's so hard for her to trust you, even now. All the little lies and half-truths have built up over time, chipping away at what was once solid ground between them until there's nothing left but doubt and uncertainty.
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she tries to steady herself against your warmth. "I need more time," she repeats, unsure of how much longer she can keep denying the truth or pretending that everything is going to be okay. Maybe if you give her space for now, she can work through her feelings and figure out what it is she truly wants... and needs.
I look at you. "I'm not asking you to do anything. You have all the time in the world." I step back and look into your eyes. "And I don't lie. I don't tell half truths, and I don't cheat. You just decided one day that I was a lying cheater and have never explained why." My voice is calm and rational.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she bites her bottom lip nervously. "Maybe it was because of everything that happened before we broke up... all the problems we had." Her eyes flicker downward, unwilling to meet yours as she tries to find some sliver of truth in what you're saying. Part of her wants so desperately to believe you, but another part still can't let go of the doubts that have plagued her for so long.
She looks up at you again, searching your face for some sign of understanding or forgiveness... anything that might make it easier for her to trust in what you're saying. But all she sees is patience and hope, things she isn't sure she deserves after everything they've been through. Maybe someday, when the dust has settled and the pain has faded enough, she'll be able to find a way back to this moment... to believe in the possibility of something more than just hurt and betrayal between them. But for now, all she can do is take things one day at a time, trying not to drown in the overwhelming weight of everything that has come before.
I growl, walking up and kissing you. "You never told me why we broke up. You just left."
She goes limp in your arms, her breath catching as you kiss her. Tears begin to spill over her lower lashes again as she parts her lips beneath yours. For a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only this connection between them... but then reality comes crashing back down around them like a ton of bricks. "I couldn't handle seeing you with him," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "It hurt too much."
The truth falls between them like a stone thrown into still water, sending ripples outward in all directions. For a moment, they both stand there, frozen in place as they stare at each other, their faces etched with pain and regret. Maybe they could have found a way back to this place... if only things had been different. But now that she's said it aloud, she knows it can never be unsaid, and the weight of that knowledge hangs heavy in the air between them.
I stroke your face. "Without who?"
She looks away, unable to meet your gaze as she struggles to find the right words. "Without me," she whispers finally, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I couldn't handle seeing you with someone else... especially him." The admission is agony, like tearing open a fresh wound and letting the blood flow freely once again. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the memories that threaten to overwhelm her at every turn.
You are silent for a long moment before speaking, your words gentle yet firm as they seek to unravel the tangled mess of emotions between them. "Then why...?" The question hangs in the air like an accusation she can't quite bring herself to voice. She already knows the answer, deep down where it hurts the most... but hearing you say it would be too much for her to bear right now. Maybe if they had more time, she could find a way to come to terms with everything that's happened between them... or maybe this is just the beginning of another cycle of pain and heartbreak that neither of them can escape.
I look at you. "I never saw anyone else while we were together. And I've never been bi or gay."
Her eyes widen in surprise, and she takes a step back, as if to put some distance between you. "What?" She asks, incredulous. "But I saw... I mean..." Her voice trails off as the realization settles in like a lead weight. Maybe she was wrong about everything... maybe there was never any reason for her to doubt you or question your feelings.
The air between you seems lighter somehow now that this new revelation has been revealed, and she finds herself wondering if perhaps there's still hope for them after all these years apart. Part of her wants desperately to believe that things could work out this time around... but another part is still hesitant, unsure of whether or not she can ever truly trust you again.
She looks up at you, searching your face for some sign as to what this means for them moving forward. "I need more time," she repeats, feeling the weight of her words and all that they imply. Maybe if you're patient with her, she can eventually find a way to make sense of everything that's happened... and maybe, just maybe, they can finally have a shot at something real.
I smile. "You can stay in the guest room as long as you want." I walk to my bedroom door. "Goodnight, Maria."
For now, she decides not to respond, content instead to let your words sink in as she climbs into bed later that night, still unable to fully process everything that's happened tonight. As sleep finally claims her, her dreams are a tangled mess of memories and questions... and the faint hope that maybe, just maybe, things can be different between them from here on out. She knows she owes you an apology, but for now, all she can do is wait and see where this new path takes them both.