The smoke of the blonde’s cigarette danced through the misty air as she stood on her balcony. The dark cape of the night had flung its existence which the bright golden moon had decided to join too. The whole world seemed haunted and asleep and the blonde couldn’t help but to suck in the feeling of loneliness as she fixed her eyes on the view ahead. Behind Cate was a table with a bottle of Chardonay; she challenged herself that she would drown herself with half of its content that night, but as she reached her balcony, aiming to do what she had initially planned, she realized that night wasn’t really up for drinking.
The wind whistled and the blonde felt like a shattered seabed slowly drifting away. She slowly took a drag of her almost dying cigarette before she looked at the content of her palm. On her palm was a golden necklace; a golden necklace that must have fallen off from the brunette and it would be a lie to say that Cate didn’t seek for the brunette’s remaining fragrance, because when she found it, she just found herself sniffing it like a goddamn addict hoping to catch a smell of her.
The blonde sighed before she turned to fully face the brunette, her breasts on full display as she bravely looked at her, “Unless if you want to take it off. Then in that case, you can call me naked.”
Sandra rolled her eyes at the remark. Foolishly, the blonde expected her to go mental and would yell at her for dancing naked on her balcony, but Sandra didn’t. Instead, she stomped her way back to the room, leaving the blonde on the balcony, soaking wet. By the time she finished, Cate couldn’t find her in the room anymore and she anticipated that Sandra was in the living room, probably waiting for the rain to stop, but the day took a not-so anticipated turn. She had her there, under her poison, all naked and pulsating. It was 10 in the morning – the rain hasn’t stopped and so were the brunette’s moans.
“Ugh fuck. Fuck. Shit. “
“Say it.” Cate commanded as she slowly traced the brunette’s slit with her finger, “Say the word.”
“If you want to fucking fuck me, go ahead.”
“I won’t.” A slow gasp came out of the brunette as the blonde pushed her against a wall before eventually dipping her head to kiss Sandra’s hardened nipple, “Unless you say the word.”
It wasn’t that clear how did it start. One second, Cate was in the kitchen making an orange juice. The next, they were both in the living room watching television, with the brunette still frowning over the still closed-door and the still falling rain. And then, it just happened – the television continued to play and they were there, on the couch, peeling each other’s clothes.
“I won’t take you to the bedroom like the gentlewoman I usually am not unless you say it.”
A smile hung from Sandra’s lips as she decided to dip her toe in the game they were in, “Why can’t you just fuck me here? Against your living room wall? With only your tongue and your fingers…” The word slowly drifted off from her lips, “…daddy.”
“Oh, God. I love it when you’re bratty.” Cate jested before sucking her breast hastily, “Let’s bring this to the bedroom.”
And in just a snap, Sandra was on the bedroom floor kneeling like a submissive pet while the blonde was standing in front, all cocky.
“Oh, tell me.” Sandra spoke in an overweening tone, “Tell me how you like to be sucked.” She had her head looking up, with her brown eyes twinkling lustily, “I know you, come on…” She added licking along the shaft of the toy before eventually closing her lips against the toy and started bobbing her head against it.
“Fuck.” The blonde couldn’t help but to spit a moan as she found herself so turned on looking at the brunette drooling while giving her a blowjob, “You look so nasty and I like it.” She added, her hand coming to touch the brunette’s cheek affectionately.
Sandra finished the job by kissing the head of the toy, “Now, daddy…” She spoke, looking so sexual as she looked at the blonde, “… I want you on the bed.” Sandra stood up as she wiped the side of her mouth with the back of her hand, “I want you to watch me.”
Despite not getting the drift of what was about to happen, Cate followed as the brunette climbed on the bed. She watched as the brunette tied her hair into a messy bun so effortlessly, but what made her gulp was when Sandra slowly opened her legs – her womanhood on display.
“Stay where you are. And don’t make any move. Move and I’ll fucking go home.” The brunette stated before a smirk came out of her face, “Let me fuck myself before you go fuck me and I want you to watch.”
Fuck it. That was indeed unexpected. The blonde would swear that the whole room ignited to flames when the brunette started to play with herself in front of her. The way Sandra’s fingers ran circles on her already quivering cunt made the blonde feel so turned on. The brunette had her eyes closed as her other hand started to massage her breast while the other one continued its assault on her cunt before eventually thrusting three fingers which made the brunette moan explicitly.
Her strawberry lips opened without shame as Sandra continued to thrust her fingers into her, “You like the show, don’t you?” She managed to ask in between her own pants.
“You’re making this too hard.” The blonde replied as she licked her lower lip, “Let me do the – fucking hell you’re so sexy. Goddamnit. ” She wasn’t able to hold back a profanity as the brunette suddenly pulled her fingers out before sucking on them.
Sandra looked at Cate unabashedly as she let go of her fingers with a pop, “Fuck me, Catie.” The brunette’s desire radiated from her eyes as she uttered that provocative name; she knew too well her ex hated it, yet she let whoever that woman was on the phone called her that, and to be honest, it made Sandra’s inside twist.
Cate felt the flames in her bones as Sandra’s plea echoed in her ears. And it did not take much time because in just a blink of an eye, the brunette was on the bed -Â on all fours -Â as the blonde fucked her roughly from behind.
“Oh fuck you’re so sexy like this.” Cate mumbled, breaking the rhythm as she pulled three of her fingers from the brunette’s cunt, “So hot and ready for me.” Her raspy voice faded out as she bent down to lick that wet spot which she knew could drive the brunette crazy.
“Ah God. Fuck it. Fuck me. Shit. Shit. There. Oh fuck.”
“Spilling litany, I see?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“As you wish.” And in an instant, all the echoes of the universe suddeny went silent as the brunette moaned; Cate entered her strap without saying a word – it was rough, but Sandra liked it.
The slapping sounds were absurd, loud, and so heavenly. They lost track of the time, but they both knew they had been fucking each other for hours already. All the positions had been done, yet the brunette was there again, bouncing obscenely on top of the blonde and Cate was enjoying the view. She liked how her breasts bounced, and loved how Sandra moved on top of her. But one thing that really caught her attention was that golden necklace hanging on her neck. It looked so sexy hanging on her. How the necklace bounced along with her breasts was an aesthetic pornographic scene and it drove her to cup Sandra’s butt, driving her to meet her thrusts.
She wasn’t sure how the necklace was left there. It must have fallen off. She must have taken it off. It was just a fucking necklace and she knew Sandra could buy the necklace again if she wanted to, but for some reason, she wanted to return it to her. She wanted to give it back to her despite what the brunette told her before she went home.
“I could take you home, if you want.” Cate was standing by her door, arms crossed as she leaned by the doorframe.
“Don’t bother.”
“So…” The phrase seemed to fall off tragically on her throat; she wanted to ask her if they would see each other again, because really they fucked, they couldn’t just pretend it didn’t happen, could they?
“Forget it.”
“What?”
Sandra looked at her, “Forget it.”
“After what happened? We fucked. I fucked you and you loved it. Shouldn’t we go back to the way we were –”
“Us fucking is nothing but an act done out of lust. I’m a whore, Cate. What happened between us was a call of flesh.” There was a small smile hanging on her lips as she said those, and it utterly felt maddening for the blonde. Was she serious?
Still, Cate wouldn’t just stand there in front of her and wait until the brunette would leave. She would not just let her escape that easily so in her desperate attempt, the blonde pulled her own walls down letting herself crumble in the process.
“I love you.” The look on the blonde’s eyes was nothing but pure sincerity and she wished she would have said it even clearer, but the falling of her tears did not make it that easy, hence, she started to breakdown, “I love you, Annette.” She added with so much conviction as she stood straightly in front of her, “After all these years, after what happened and despite you, constantly pushing me away, I love you.”
“And I wish you don’t.” The brunette replied, casual and nonchalant as if she was just telling a patient that her findings were normal, “I cannot let us be back knowing in the end, you and I will get hurt. I can’t.” And with that, it made the blonde’s tears fall even harder, “I would really appreciate it if you and I wouldn’t see each other anymore. Goodbye, Cate.”
Cate held her hand, and when she did, she looked at her with so much loneliness, “Please…take me back. I’m sorry for all the times I fucked up. I swear this time –”
“There’s no more ‘this time’, Cate. It’s been two years. You and I have been done. Goodbye.”
Despite the blonde putting all her walls down, she still had to watch as the brunette went into a cab. She watched as the cab drove away like a pathetic little girl watching her mother ran away. The blonde wanted to scream it all out, but she didn’t. Instead, she let all her tears fell as she watched the cab faded and when the cab faded into the distance, she crumbled like a rotten statue by her door. She’s gone. Gone again.
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