It had been two weeks of no contact since we broke up. I was hurting and broken. I was a man in pain whose heart felt like it was a puzzle set alight and the pieces torn to never fit together again. What hurt the most was the realization through a list of epiphanies of the man I was. I was a man who grew up a broken teenager to carry the hurt as I became a man, never to learn how pain and suffering should be dealt with so it cannot be used on others, especially the emotional pain. That was exactly what I did. My words were abusive and my actions manipulative, all to protect myself from getting hurt again. Many can relate to walls build in their lives created by pain and suffering, especially caused by people who were close to them.

I had to get closure. Our relationship ended on terrible terms. I was blocked on all communication platforms. After the realization of who I was and did, and how much I truly loved that woman I had to come up with an idea to end it on a better note from my side. I would send her a closer box. I would write a letter explaining the truth of it all. What I really felt, what I realized and how I have grown.  In the box would be the letter, her favorite sweets, a flower she could let stand on her desk to remember the good times, cloth with her favorite cologne of mine she could smell and a bunch of notes with drawings to attempt a smile. I even referred to myself as her dumbass.

There I was on a Friday night loosing myself in deep emotional music, in tears, in my deepest moments of regret yet still realization, busy writing a thirty page letter. Unexpectedly a familiar tone came through on my phone. It was a text from none other than from her.

“Are you okay? You probably are” she had written. I could taste the sarcasm of that message in my mouth.

 I wish I could explain the pulse rising through my body. My heart was pounding so damn hard my fingers couldn’t find the buttons to reply without mistake.

I instantly acted out of shock and replied three messages. “Where are you? Are you okay? What’s going on?” were the words if I can remember correctly.

There was silence for a while afterwards that was obviously killing me. I was thinking of slapping myself to make sure that I am awake. The first time I’ve heard from her in two weeks and now she doesn’t reply. My mind was making up all kinds of scenarios. As I calmed down I carried on with typing the letter.

Then it happened. My phone rang. It was the moment I’ve prayed for many times during our no contact period.

“Are you fucking okay?” I answered the phone hesitantly not even greeting.

All I could hear was a drunken woman in tears asking me “are you home? I want to stop by. I’ll park in front by the road. I have to see you.”

“I am, I am in front of the computer writing” I replied.

“I’ll be there now. I’m leaving the restaurant around the corner by your house.”

She was crying so much I could barely hear her pronunciation properly. “I’ll come out now let me put some pants on.” I replied. I’ve had a thing for writing in the nude since as long as I could put words and picture together.

I grabbed the nearest short I could find and nearly fell as I was putting it on in haste. I was so much caught off guard I had no idea what to expect. All I knew was that I had to see her. I had already pre-planned in my mind that should a moment like this ever happen the first thing I would do is to apologize.

The trip to the front gate felt slow motion and everlasting even though I was walking with haste.

She was still sitting in the driver’s seat with the window open. Even in the dead of night with the barely visible ambient light caused by the street lamps I could see her eyes were swollen and her make-up smudged. I opened the car door, grabbed the keys from the ignition and pulled her out by the arm.

She was wearing a flowered dress. I fucking love to see her in dresses, the feminine side of her brings out the masculine side of me. I didn’t even greet her; I just grabbed her in my arms tightly and pressed her against the car, nearly cracking the damn window.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” it came a few times from me. My words brought calmness over her. I could feel the wetness on her face from the tears on my cheeks. I was still squeezing her when she put her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder with her tears dripping over my flesh.

This was the exact moment our new beginning started; the beginning of an unforeseen journey through life with a woman who will be incredibly good for me. A journey with the woman who will put the burning and torn puzzle pieces together and who are part of the reason for me becoming the man I was meant to be.

For many minutes we just stood there talking. My arms were around her waist and her arms around my neck. I opened up about the things I realized nearly bursting out in tears myself. We could feel the connection, the chemistry and the desire for one another.

She moved her head backwards and looked me in the eyes.

“I shouldn’t” she said”.

“What?” I asked as I looked with a curious concern.

Then she did it. She pulled me closer and kissed me. It was one of those moments you see in a movie when something happens and energy is released, making sparks and a shockwave going into the open. Some bonds are just meant to never be broken and souls never to be separated.

She didn’t stop. She kept on kissing me with as much passion a drunken woman can fathom. At some point it was difficult to distinguish whether the wetness on her lips was tears or saliva. I couldn’t care less. I was receiving love and affection from the woman I had lost my heart to. We stood there making out with lips and tongues enjoying the vibe. By the way this woman was kissing me I could clearly see she still loved me. Fuck yeah.

Many moments went by, kissing then talking, over and over. The cold and damp from the late night hours was falling down over my shirtless flesh but I couldn’t give ten shits about the climate. From our insides we were warming up and getting horny as fuck. The language from our bodies and its movement explained the just mentioned.

                We were getting hot. We both had the same luscious nature. I woke the naughty side in her and her touch had a spell on me. When the touch of this woman moves over my skin magic happens. No other woman previous in my life had this effect on me, and believe me there were many. I guess some bonds are just made to be different. Whatever the explanation, I had never been this fulfilled.

As hot as I was getting in the moment, I released her arms around my neck with our lips still synced. I put my hand on her stomach and pushed her against the car. It made her wet and wanting whenever I did this. It was one of her kink effects.

I took both her hands with one of mine and held them behind her head.

“Now you keep quiet” I instructed putting my lips against hers again the moment I was done speaking.

My chest was rubbing against hers with her back arching to the shape of the car so tight I had myself to her. She knew this move. She knew where my other hand would follow next. It went up her dress.

I have this way of sometimes teasing and fooling around. I know it’s more a woman’s game but they also enjoy to be teased. It’s part of the foreplay. I had my hand in the shape of a claw and moved my hand upwards slowly in her thigh with my nails scratching over the soft sweetness of her skin. She bit her lips as I was doing this.

When I reached her voluptuous pussy my finger went on top of her G-string pushing it inside that gap between the lips. I could feel her clit has already swollen and she was dripping. This woman was wet and horny as fuck. Why wouldn’t she be? She hasn’t been pounded properly by my dick for about four weeks. She was craving me inside her and that tight pussy wasn’t shy to show it.

As a man should I wasn’t moving in haste. I slipped my middle finger past her G-string and slit it through those wet lips just deep enough to touch the vaginal opening. Fuck me man, I couldn’t remember when last I felt her pussy the wet. She rocked her head back and forth making the famous “uh” sound woman do, followed by the biting of her lower lip. The look in the eyes of this woman was as if she was bewitched by the gods of the orgy underworld about to eat my head off like a female praying mantis. Only in this scene my head was my dick. In my mind I thought to myself, “if this was the way I had to go then it would be a fucking awesome way to go.”

I twirled my finger in small circles rubbing all that love juice over my finger. Before I even could notice she bent her neck forward to move her lips over mine, catching my lover lip between hers, sucking on it as she attempted to kiss me only to release again.

“I missed you, you asshole.”

“I missed you more baby” came the attempt but failed as she had her lips on mine again.

As a passionate kiss followed I knew it was game on. I used my head along with my body leaning forward to push hers back and as soon as she was pinned again, our lips still together as one, I slit my finger into that pussy. It went right in with no resistance, that pussy was wet as fuck. It wanted to be fucked by something, and that something was my F.U finger.

All the way in rubbing my lubricated finger on the inner upper wall of the vagina, where the g-spot is located she gave a massive yawn followed by the clenching of her teeth.

“Fuck meeee”, she moaned with a hight pitched tone.

I could feel her entire groin area shake. That made me grin obviously as I knew I was home free. She was mine and I could do what the fuck ever I wanted. When this love of mine reaches a point of pleasure there is no going back. I was on my way to making love on that night in the dark in front of my drive way and I knew it.  It was a new location for our memory archive.

I got my lips free from her and moved my mouth to her left ear. Just before I whispered in her ear I gave a soft nibble with my teeth on her cheek below the ear.

“You have no idea how badly I want you”.

Those words have barely ever failed me in my past. I scored many, many times in my life by saying them at the exact moment in the exact way.  I was a promiscuous bastard because of those words.

She clenched her knees together. “Show me”.

Then I proceed to do something I have never done before. I added my ring finger and started finger fucking that tight pussy as fast as I could. I doubt even my dick can fuck as fast as my hand did.

The pleasure was so intense her hands broke free from my grip and I have strong hands and arms. Dumbbell presses work. Each in their own direction she slammed her hands apart on the roof trying to find a place to grip them.

I wasn’t even finger fucking her for long then it happened; her first squirt.  Juices gushing down her love tunnel as if a tsunami created between her thighs. Her knees had locked together the moment she came clamping my hand as if it was caught in a vice grip. I just kept going, thrusting my fingers in and out as fast as they would go. The part I enjoyed about this was that the orgasms kept coming and the juicing didn’t stop flowing. My hand, her G-string, her thighs, everything was soaking wet from the cumfest that was happening down there. Her pussy was the ocean and my hand Moby Dick.

This moment of flood and pleasure kept on as long as I could go but the muscles in my forearm started cramping. To my disappointment I had to stop. The cramp was burning and my hand was losing strength fast. As I removed my fingers from her pussy I could feel her legs still shaking. That is always a sign of effort and a job well done.

She was barely breathing as she spoke. “What the fuck did you just do to me?”

I couldn’t see her facial expression all that clear as it was in the dark side of the lighting but I could see well enough. She was lost. As much as her pussy was wet, her mind was somewhere in orgasm heaven.

“How many times did you come baby?” I asked as I couldn’t hide my little laugh.

“I don’t know babe, it never stopped. What the fuuuuuuck?” her face acted questioning.

“You had your first squirt baby”. I interrupted. “I’ve never felt you do that before. How was it?”

“I just went with it. I felt something happen down there then whoosh, I was gone. Everything was like boom, explosion of pleasure. But it was amazing.”

“You’re welcome” I was laughing with a stark tone in a sarcastic way.

                For a moment we just stood there. The only difference was that her arms was around me holding me at the back, her head relaxed on my shoulder and her knees had released from the clamping, still a bit shaking but barely noticeable. I could hear she was still out of breath.

                “You know I fucking love you right” I said with a calm and deep tone. I always swear when I’m serious.

“I know babe, I love you too. I’m still mad at you, but I never stopped loving you. I have never been so hurt in my life and I have never cried so much in a month, but I still love you. It will always be you”. Moving her face closer into my neck she squeezed her arms giving me a hug.

                There was a moment of silence for a few seconds. Not only did I have to process what she just said, I was thinking of what to do next.

                “If it will always be me then let me show you what it will always be me doing to you,” I replied with dominant tone and a devilish look in my eyes.

She had no idea what was about to come. .

I grabbed her arms from behind me and put them around my neck. I followed that by grabbing her ass and told her, “legs.”

She knew exactly what this means. It was a form of code for us so she would know to hold on as I was about to pick her up. I did so and walked with her to the front of the car. I laid her down in missionary position on the edge of the bonnet. I had to do it gently as these new cars are made weak, not like they used to be before the nineties.

I grabbed her ankles and lifted them up in a way so that her knees were pushing against her chest. Deepstick position. They were wide enough for me to position myself in between them to reach my target. I leaned forward and gave her an instruction;

“This pussy is mine and I want you to open her for me. I’m going to fuck you like a slut.”

I was barely done speaking and she was already busy moving those wet love lips apart by stretching her fingers in a V shape. Usually she doesn’t like me speaking to her like that, she is a lady after all, but this time she wanted me inside her so bad. She didn’t give a fuck. She didn’t have me for weeks and she was starved. She craved to be fucked like a slut although she would only admit it later.

Too be continued.