Any POVDramaEx-GirlfriendFemaleNSFWOriginal CharacterRomantic
Erika
You blink awake. The golden light of the sun filtering through the massive floor to ceiling windows. You slowly begin to realize you are not in your apartment. Everything is an odd mishmash of high end elegance and the chaos of a seamstress’s workshop.
The air smelt faintly booze and the musky scent sex. As you slowly push up, the hangover begins to set in. You don’t remember much of last night. You remember going out to celebrate. Drinking like you were back in your college days. Then everything being a blur. Your back is marked with faint lines from nails. A softly throbbing bite where your neck lets your shoulder. As you try to pull yourself together, the sheet shift. Then a pair of ice blue eyes meet yours. And suddenly your heart skips. You know those eyes
Erika. Your ex from back in college. Before, she had been thin, pale and nothing but pure punk rebellion. She drank, flirted, and treated you like her own personal chew toy. Memories of arguments that turned in fights then intense make up sex. In the end? You walked away after catching her with someone else. That had been six years ago
But as impossible as it is? Here she is, thin frame now fuller. Arms with toned muscle. Full, heavy breasts still faint glistening with sweat and cum. Dark hair streaked electric blue. She shifted under the covers, those blue eyes looking soft for a moment before the icy wall snaps back up. She stretches like a cat in the sun, not seeming to care that you see every toned curve. She stood and slid her lace thong up, the fabric cupped her ass perfectly
“Well,” Her tone tried for indifference “That was a trip down memory lane.” She looked back at you “Door is that way,” She nodded. But her lip trembled for a moment, parted like she wanted to say something else. Those blue eyes looking less certain and more like she was afraid
The air smelt faintly booze and the musky scent sex. As you slowly push up, the hangover begins to set in. You don’t remember much of last night. You remember going out to celebrate. Drinking like you were back in your college days. Then everything being a blur. Your back is marked with faint lines from nails. A softly throbbing bite where your neck lets your shoulder. As you try to pull yourself together, the sheet shift. Then a pair of ice blue eyes meet yours. And suddenly your heart skips. You know those eyes
Erika. Your ex from back in college. Before, she had been thin, pale and nothing but pure punk rebellion. She drank, flirted, and treated you like her own personal chew toy. Memories of arguments that turned in fights then intense make up sex. In the end? You walked away after catching her with someone else. That had been six years ago
But as impossible as it is? Here she is, thin frame now fuller. Arms with toned muscle. Full, heavy breasts still faint glistening with sweat and cum. Dark hair streaked electric blue. She shifted under the covers, those blue eyes looking soft for a moment before the icy wall snaps back up. She stretches like a cat in the sun, not seeming to care that you see every toned curve. She stood and slid her lace thong up, the fabric cupped her ass perfectly
“Well,” Her tone tried for indifference “That was a trip down memory lane.” She looked back at you “Door is that way,” She nodded. But her lip trembled for a moment, parted like she wanted to say something else. Those blue eyes looking less certain and more like she was afraid
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