“A wave of Nostalgia. That’s all it is.”, she tells herself. Somewhere at the back of her mind she wonders if it’s really true. Amused at her power of recall, she walks away from the statue shaking her head. It was surprising that she remembered the incident so vividly considering it’d been nearly three years since she’d been in that relationship.
As she turns round the corner she swiftly runs through her to-do list and realises that she’s almost done. She comes across a familiar coffee house and decides to go in for a quick bite. “Looks pretty much like it did 3 years ago.”, she thinks to herself.
Walking up to the counter, she remembers a time, long ago, drastically different from now. She was then dressed in a blue day dress. A dress that concealed the scandal underneath. Chuckling to herself she ordered herself a cappuccino.
As she waited for her order, she looked around once again. When her eyes reached a corner, she saw that that particular area had changed. Back then, there was a door that led to a concealed area that not many new existed.
Her cheeks turned bright pink as she blushed at the memories. That room had once held so many secrets of couples like her and him.
He pulled her into the room and shut the door discreetly, trapping her with his lithe form. He smashed his lips onto hers with a urgency that had her arching her back and running her fingers through his hair. He nibbled on her lower lip as he ran his hands over the smooth skin of her thighs. Moaning into his mouth, she said “I have a surprise for you.” and smiled. His eyebrows raised, he went a little higher and then he found the surprise. She’d had no underwear on. An act that resulted after extended periods of thought and anxiety. He growled as he lifted her up and wrapped her legs around him as he stroked her clitoris with a fervour. She moaned at the sudden ferocity of his actions. She liked it when he lost control. She liked him wild. The beast in her now awake as she bit his lip and then sucked on the skin on his neck. Groaning and undulating against his hands, she struggled to undo his trousers. She groped at his penis as he kissed her neck and played with her nipple of her breast with the other hand. As she freed the hot pulsating penis, she moaned at the thought of being caught in this position. It was so exhilarating.
“Ma’am, your coffee”. She was woken from her reverie as the barista returned with her order. Blushing slightly she made her way to a table in a different corner. She could feel the desire to her bones as if it had happened only a few hours ago. Her body was tingling in anticipation, reacting to the almost life-like memory. She squirmed in her seat trying to suppress her wantonness.
After a few minutes of excruciating desire, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Literally. She made her way into the bathroom of the establishment. The smell of phenyl and disinfectant hitting her senses immediately. She locked the door of her cubicle and slipped her hand into her underwear.

As she thought of them getting caught, she looked into his eyes and said “Fuck me now!” His eyes flashed with lust and he rammed his penis into her. She moaned as the pleasure hit her in rhythmic waves. She wanted him deeper and whispered in his ear what she wanted him to do her. Groaning like a man at the edge of sanity, he pulled her closer and moved faster. She wanted to scream his name. Anticipating her scream, he covered her mouth with his and she moaned with ecstasy as his tongue tried to silence her. They rocked together with such a frenzy that they reached the pinnacle, him first and then her.
She smiled as his hands roamed her volputuous curves and the aftershocks struck her body like notes of a slowbeat jazz song on the strings of a guitar.
“Good thing I’m on birth control.”, she’d chuckled. Smiling he nestled his head into her neck and kissed her gently and said he loved her with every single cell in his body.

Panting as she thought of this, she reached climax. Her short trip to the washroom was successful. Her body went limp against the wall of the cubicle. Quickly, zipping her pants, she walked out to wash her hands.
In the mirror she could see the flush on her cheeks and sweat above her lips. A sad smile on her face, she realised that particular day was just one of the beautiful moments in their relationship before the spiral towards the end.
Sighing she walked back to her table. Sipping her coffee, she reminisced of the good and the bad, realising that she hadn’t had such satisfactory sex in a long while.
Maybe she wasn’t as heartless and mechanical as she projected herself to be. Maybe she wanted a deeper connection. Or maybe the thoughts of the past made her realise she deserved to be happy.
Oh well. There wasn’t time to think of that now anyway.
She got up, walked out of the café to finish the rest of the tasks on her to-do list.

Hi guys. I hope you all liked this story. Please feel free to leave your comments down below. I’d written this story one day long ago thinking about an ex. Basically it was based on the feeling of Nostalgia. I know I have a lot of work left to do, especially with respect to my style. I’m just very excited to share this story. It’s my first ever erotica and I hope it gave y’all pleasure.

Thank you in advance! ❤️❤️❤️

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