My ex still calls once a year!

Soul ties are real! It’s indigestible to let go of your soulmate, especially when the relationship itself was impenetrable. Some outside force beyond our control was the only thing to penetrate a bond so incorruptible. Distance was the chink in our armor. But that doesn’t matter. Even though life has separated us, I’m still his woman. He belongs to someone else and so do I. I’m still his woman! Logic isn’t welcomed here. He is my addiction. I am the moth drawn to his flame. He’s my heroine. Whenever he calls, I will come running. I don’t give a fuck if it’s once a year. That one night is always worth it beyond measure. Tonight is that night!
I was in my downtown loft in Chicago pacing back and forth. I was dressed in nothing but my silk black robe and red stilettos. My playlist had played out. The only sound heard was coming from the clicking of my heels against the hardwood floors. Where was his call? It was 9pm and the phone still hadn’t rung. He usually calls by 7. I was fidgeting and my wine consumption emulated my thoughts. Was this thing that had be going on for 5 years now finally over? Did he forget what today was? Should I call him even though I’ve never had to? What if he doesn’t answer?
I grabbed another bottle of wine and the corkscrew ready to drown my sorrows of disappointment. Just as I was about to take a sip from my glass, the phone rang and it startled me. My glass fell and shattered on the floor. Without hesitation I ran to my phone that was sitting on the table. I damn near broke my neck trying to reach it before it could ring again.
“Hello” I said trying to sound sexy even though I was somewhat out of breath.
“Open the door” he said stoically.
I hung up instantly. I jetted to the bathroom to check my hair. I refreshed my lips with Red lipstick and ran to my front door. I opened the door to see him standing there with a petite trench coat opened. It definitely wasn’t for him.
“ I knew you were naked. Put this on and lets go “
I did as I was told. I used the coat’s belt to close it up on me. I set my alarms and followed him out my loft. A black Range Rover with a driver greeted us. As we got in he instructed the driver to raise the partition. He had already removed the belt from my coat and was now removing the coat from my body including my silk robe. I sat back eagerly awaiting whatever he was about to do. He lifted my right leg to his shoulder and removed my red stiletto. He sucked on my toes individually. He kissed my ankles then moved slowly and gently as he made his way to my inner thighs. He grabbed my hand and placed it between my legs. He put his hand on top of my hand. We massaged my womanhood together. This is what I loved about him. Everything was gentle. Nothing was ever rushed. He was going to take his time with me. And I would bask in his seduction all night. He kissed every imperfection perfectly. He wanted my arousal to build. With every peck I leaked slowly and steadily. I yearned for his touch. I craved him. I missed feeling him inside me. He slowly removed our hands and replaced them with his tongue. He licked me until his mouth was drenched in my juices. He sucked on my clitoris until it was engorged. My body swayed to the feeling he was giving me. He could sense my anticipation and my excitement. I breathed heavily and my juices steadily flowed. They were the sirens of my pleasure that egged him on to keep going. I knew this would be a long car ride. This night would undoubtedly last forever. The reality of tomorrow was light years away. For now, the destination is my climax.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wxx8vv/my_ex_still_calls_once_a_year