"My ex missed me and left me a note couple days ago. He never told me that, in the five months following our split, so initially I thought he was just kidding. I laughed back, and things turned around right away. He visited my place a few hours later and we caught up on each other's lives and events over that period.

We then decided to see a movie, which was merely another way for us to become even more spicier with each other. A few minutes into the movie, he started caressing my stuff, which got me wetter and wetter. We started kissing when I lost control for really short while.

He started fucking me in a missionary style, telling me I was now his little slut and looked straight into my eyes after we both dropped our garments to the ground.

I loved it and begged him to do it once more. He stopped suddenly alerting me to his approaching climax after propping my pussy open for more than half an hour. Rising, he smeared my makeup all over my face. I told him we could cuddle a little once I showered.

When I got back, he had left my flat already. Though I'm not sure why, I sort of like the way he treated me.