Most people see life in binary, either good or bad, but reality is far more nuanced. Jessica Bell found herself in a complex situation, still living with her ex despite their breakup, bound by the lease they shared. Was it a good or bad situation? Who knows. Regardless, Jessica had started to move on and was getting ready for a date, hoping to find something long-term. She needed the perfect outfit, but she was stuck. Naturally, she turned to her ex for advice. As they flipped through her wardrobe, discussing the merits of each dress and top, Jessica felt a sudden, overwhelming realization: she was still in love with him.
That thought consumed her, pushing aside all worries about her date and the clothes strewn across the bed. She couldn’t focus on anything else but her ex’s cock, remembering how it felt in her hand, in her mouth, in her pussy. She thought about how he used to fuck her, how his dick felt when it was buried deep inside her. Her breathing quickened as she recalled the sensation of his cock ramming into her ass, the pleasure of anal sex that she hadn’t found with anyone else since. She remembered the gaping that would follow, the feeling of being filled and then emptied. Her mind was a whirlwind of explicit memories, the taste of his cock, the sound of his groans as he fucked her ass, the raw, primal pleasure of being fucked by him.
Jessica couldn’t think about anything else. She didn’t want to. All she wanted was to feel him again, to fuck him again, to let him claim her in the way only he could.
