"Samantha"

I woke up clutching that gorgeous man who was making my heart bleed. But there, in that bed, with his body next to mine and his scent permeating me, the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted him.

When he said he was mine, for a second I clung to his words and wished they were sincere. For a moment I let myself be carried away by the illusion he gave me.

I wanted to feel him again, I wanted to have that farewell to his body. Without thinking, I undressed and physically connected with him, and what I felt there, straddling him, was completely beyond my control. I wanted to feel him and I wanted him to make my body vibrate, I wanted him to devour me as he had done so many times before, voracious, uncontrolled, thirsty.

But I wasn't prepared for that. He refused to fuck me and actually made love to me, slow and passionate, making me touch the stars in the middle of a sunny morning. And it broke me in a way I can't even explain; I only know it's irreparable.

As he