A true story about one last encounter with a former flame.
J: You look really good. Even though you're with him. He would send me messages randomly and it was truly the only reason I've kept the same phone number all these years. I quickly deleted the message from my phone before my new husband could see. That’s when I saw J walking towards us. My heart sunk with each step. I motioned to the Mr. that there was going to be an awkward introduction coming. J stopped at our table. and I was silent as they greeted each other. There was no way he didn’t instantly know who he was – my Jon Hamm doppelgänger of an ex-lover.
I started getting insulted when he offered his hand to me, all dry and English slow. He read my face and extended his arms as I stood up. I was in 4-inch Louboutins and he still towered over me. I leaned into him, just enough to catch the scent of Marlboro Lights on his collar. It made my mouth water and sent me back every encounter we had. He would always show up at my door with a cigarette in his mouth which made me instantly drop to my knees for him. He loved to savor the last of it with his cock deep in my throat. Sometimes, I would finish him off before the drag burned out which made it extra delicious to kiss him with a mouth full of cum combined with his smoky breath.