She is gone.
I could not believe it, it has been two years now since she left me.
I woke up one morning searching for her in my bed, and it only took one night for me to become addicted to her. One night of taking her innocence. One night of teaching her how to take me. Milk my cock.
The way she felt the first time I was inside her.
I saw her crying hysterically that morning after saying all those harsh words to her again, she was gone the next day, After she left, did I realize how much I love her, I could not believe it, but the pain says otherwise, I didn't mean to say those words to her, I never meant that I was just scared of loving her, scared of letting her in into my heart, scared of having a weak spot or any soft spot for her, scared of being in a relationship, but she crushed my heart with no effort without her knowing?
THE NEXT MORNING.
I woke up early and took my bath.
I make my way from my master bedroom to the kitchen, I look at the bed one last time, like I do every morning, my mind replaying every image of us together. The way she looked in my bed. Her body laid out for my pleasure, her curves a work of fucking art. She took what I gave, and she matched me in every way possible.
Missed the smell of the unique scent of her. I missed her so much.
A memory replays on a loop inside my head. Her body flushes from pleasure, her dark raven-colored curls spilling over her bare shoulders, the ends of it curling around her breasts. My body is above hers as I take her. The way I can't take my eyes off where our bodies joined. How I took her bare, not wanting anything between us. How her head tipped up, her eyes rolling towards the back of her head when she came and screamed out my name.
"I loved her, my eyes went wide with the words that just came out of my mouth, unbelievable.
“What the hell have I done? If only I would accept my feelings for her and never told her those harsh and horrible words, she would have still been here with me”
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She is gone, I could not believe it, it has been two years now since she left me.
I woke up one morning searching for her in my bed, and it only took one night for me to become addicted to her. One night of taking her innocence. One night of teaching her how to take me. Milk my cock.
The way she felt the first time I was inside her.
I saw her crying hysterically that morning after saying all those harsh words to her again, she was gone the next day, After she left, did I realize how much I love her, I could not believe it, but the pain says otherwise, I didn't mean to say those words to her, I never meant that I was just scared of loving her, scared of letting her in into my heart, scared of having a weak spot or any soft spot for her, scared of being in a relationship, but she crushed my heart with no effort without her knowing?
THE NEXT MORNING.
I woke up and took my bath
Making my way from my master bedroom to the kitchen, I look at the bed one last time, like I do every morning, my mind replaying every image of us together. The way she looked in my bed. Her body laid out for my pleasure, her curves a work of fucking art. She took what I gave, and she matched me in every way possible.
Missed the smell of the unique scent of her.
A memory replays on a loop inside my head. Her body flushes from pleasure, her dark raven-colored curls spilling over her bare shoulders, the ends of it curling around her breasts. My body is above hers as I take her. The way I can't take my eyes off where our bodies joined. How I took her bare, not wanting anything between us. How her head tipped up, her eyes rolling towards the back of her head when she came and screamed out my name.
"I loved her, my eyes went wide with the words that just came out of my mouth, unbelievable.
“What the hell have I done? If only I would accept my feelings for her and never told her those harsh and horrible words, she would have still been here with me”