...And Then She Was on Top...

So it was just another Friday night at my place. I got home from work, tired but in the mood for something a bit different after yet another long week. I decided to fire up some music and pour myself a glass of wine, hoping to relax before bed. As fate would have it, one of my exes showed up on my doorstep unexpectedly around midnight. We had broken up a few months back over some serious trust issues but still maintained an amicable relationship, mostly because she was fun in the sheets and I missed that part of her a lot more than I should've admitted. We ended up talking for a while...about everything from our favorite movies to old inside jokes. And then, as we sat there together on my couch, it happened. There was just this instant spark, a look in her eyes that made all the words between us disappear. Next thing I knew, she was kissing me and those clothes were coming off faster than a speed round at a club. I’ll be honest, I was fully into it too. She had always been the adventurous type...and now? Now she wanted to explore every corner of my body in ways that left my knees weak. My hands were everywhere, touching her in places I’d only ever imagined before. Eventually, we found ourselves on my bed and it became clear what tonight was about. We hadn’t seen each other like this since...well, since the breakup. And it felt both liberating and a little frightening at the same time. But mostly, it just felt right in that moment. She was on top of me then, straddling my hips with her hair fanned out around us as she moved. It’s hard to describe how intense it was. Every thrust from her brought me closer to the edge...and I mean literally. My body responded so intensely that I could barely catch my breath. And then there was this one moment when everything just clicked, I reached up and grabbed hold of a pillow, holding it tightly while she continued moving over me with an intensity I had never seen before. The way her muscles contracted as she came down on me again and again...it made the whole world feel like it was spinning around us. We stayed entwined for what felt like hours afterward, just holding each other close in post-coital bliss. As much as we both enjoyed ourselves, there were no promises or talk of future meetings, the agreement from that night was clear: a one-off that would allow us to remember how good it could be without complicating things with expectations. I'm not sure if I’m the asshole here...probably just another entry in my list of complicated romantic and sexual history. But it felt good while it lasted, even if only for one night. That’s all there really is to say about it.