A woman who has lost custody of her children, and been divorced, all by her husband for disgracing her marriage just as her husband did, finds herself trying to come back to him after being a part for over two years. She feels depressed that she has lost him, and comes to the realization that all of this time she has been pointing the finger at him for everything that went wrong in their marriage and everything that was wrong with her, never thinking of what she might have done wrong. She can’t exactly put her finger on it but she knows that something is not right in her life and that her now ex-husband that she drove away and her children that she lost may be the key to her getting back on track. So she decides that it’s time for one last move, one last stand, and one last attempt to free her life and get back her man. She rushes home to get ready. She takes her time preparing herself, planning out everything from what and how to wear her outfit to the first and last thing she will do and say to him when she finally sees him. She’s being meticulous on purpose, examining her memories of him and what he likes so that she can fit all the right pieces to her outfit together. She takes a bath as not only her treat to herself to relax her but to give her a reason to use her new collection of scented bath oils. Of course she uses two scents, Lavender and Vanilla, which makes his sex drive sky rocket through the roof like a shuttle launch into space. Oh yes, she was planning on being dirty girl. She thinks of him while soaking in the tub, never concerning herself with the time as she planned to visit him in the middle of the night when she knew he was most likely to be home, and the children sound asleep. As she meditates on him, she begins to touch herself, caressing her own body, gently grazing the hairs on her body that make her nervous system send signals to her brain telling her she’s experiencing a tingling sensation. She gets out of the tub to dry off. Laying in the bend on her back, allowing herself to air dry, she continues to try and picture the evening, focusing on what he may look like now. His haircut, his go-tee, his muscles, is his new tattoo the one that he was planning to get when they were married. She continues to get ready. She rubs her lotions and oils, sprays her perfumes, all with matching scents that he loves. She puts her sexy show stopping outfit and her overcoat on, grabs her purse and her keys, and heads over to his place.
I finally arrive at his place and knowing that nobody has ever done to him yet what I'm about to do I realized that I'm not a moment too soon. I'm so apprehensive yet excited that I’m bursting with passion and I start to feel my juices trying to escape my blue thong that I had just bought from Nikki’s Secret especially for this occasion. I also chose Blue because it’s his favorite color. Walking through the front door to his building the bellhop recognizes me, but it seems he has some trouble speaking. I guess it’s kind of hard to speak with your jaw on the ground and your tongue unraveling from your mouth and rolling across the street. I think he could tell what was under my black overcoat... or lack thereof. In fact everyone had the jaw dropping shock and awe syndrome in the lobby, as I walked through. I felt like a Nikki’s Secret super model walking the runway. Riding in the elevator I can't help but wonder if they all knew what I had on under the overcoat, or if they were just surprised to see me, considering I've been out of the picture for a while. Maybe they were just so surprised to see how much of a knockout I've become since they all last saw me. Mmmmm, damn I feel soooo sexy. I made sure I spent all the time necessary to get this body ready, and all the greatest intentions in the world to challenge my new body's stamina and flexibility to the fullest with him tonight. For once I was going to wear his ass out and give him a reason to kill just to get another taste of my sensual seduction. I really couldn't wait to see the expression on his face before I sensually break him down like a drill sergeant to a private, and then after I sexually tear him apart like a cheetah on a gazelle. I heard it to the grapevine that he had a new tat and hoped it was the one he picked out when we were together. He knew that tat was going to get me hot so I'm sure he got it and did so with the thought of teasing me in mind. OMG, I'm so nervous because I want this to be the greatest night of my life and I don't think I can handle seeing him out in town with his gorgeous body, and that sexy tat, and not be able to touch him. Standing at his door I take a deep breath and slowly slide my key in to turn the lock. I'm so glad I kept this key or this evening would not be possible. I open the door and walk in. Shit! Of course he has the alarm system set. That’s the last thing I need is him jumping out of the shadows pointing a gun to my face or pulling one of his wild little Kung Fu moves on me thinking I’m some kind of a perp or something. Fortunately, he never changed the code. As I stare across his loft apartment I can see him laying in his bed sleep and notice he didn’t even flinch. Boy, he’s slipping, or dead tired. Although, that’s never stopped him from popping up like a Ninja before. Wwwwaaaiiitt a sssecond. He couldn’t have possibly been expecting me… could he? If he somehow was alerted… ohh god, I hate it when he does that! I don’t care; I’m not backing down now. It’s too late for that. I’ve worked too hard for this moment and I am getting my family back… tonight! I’ve just gotta do it quietly. My mind and my heart are racing, praying that this goes well. I’m hoping that his hardwood floors don’t creek, or his bed for that matter. Hmm, probably shouldn’t have worn Stilettos’ then. Last thing I want is to wake up the kids.
Wow, I love what he’s done to the place. He always did have a talent for interior decorating. Damn he’s got good taste. As I stand next to his bed and I watch him sleep so peacefully, pondering how I shall wake him up, I fall in love with him all over again. With feelings and emotions overwhelming me I wanted to cry tears of joy/pain because my children and I are attached a wonderful but yet I may have lost him for good. I still smile because I know I still have a fighting chance tonight. I pulled out my can this new product I found called Body Tag by Nikki’s Secret. Apparently, they draw a sample of your pheromones from your body and mix it with a fragrance of your choosing. Put it in an aerosol can, and you got Body Tag. You’re supposed to spray it on your partner that you’re intimate with so when you leave they have your scent and your favorite fragrance to remember you by. It helps when you’re out of town for a while and want them to have something to remember you by, or you wanna keep those pesky sluts off your man when you’re not around. I’m using it to hopefully wake him up… if it actually works. As I’m spraying him, of course one of my children comes downstairs, probably for a glass of water. My child sees me, and says “Mommy?” I hold my finger to my lip to signal to my child to be quiet. I then wave hi and whisper to go back to bed. Thank God my children listen. Just as my child walks out of my view and I close my eyes, slowly exhaling from relief of getting through that without a sound, I suddenly feel something cold reaching under my overcoat… and then… I hear… a click. OMG, fuck my life. Piss or blood, I do not wanna get this outfit wet with anything I haven’t already. I turn my head back to my ex and open my eyes and he is laying there staring at me sideways with his gun up my hoo-hoo! This has got to be the quickest way to make a woman’s Vajay-jay go from wet to dry in 0.6 seconds.
The lights come on. Ok so now I’m terrified and the only thing that could come to mind for me to say is “Hi baby”. He replies “What are you doing here Lexi?” I didn’t know what to say so I just went for it. I laid him down and straddled his perfect body. I was right, not only does he have the tat, but his body looks like it was sculpted and chiseled by a female professional artist with a fetish for bodybuilders. I was drooling so hard like a wolf salivating as it stalks its prey. I was so ready to take him on… all of him. He already had his white dress shirt un-tucked and unbuttoned, so I didn’t have to do much. Now I just needed to get him out of his pants. I pulled his shirt off of his shoulders, and he sits up asks me “What are doing Lexi?” “Isn’t it obvious?” I said. I untie the belt on my overcoat and I slowly open it. There goes that jaw dropping shock and awe affect again. I love it when that happens. Placed my right hand on his cheek and told him that “tonight your love slave”. I began to make peace with him by telling him “I am sorry for what I have done to you, and I realize that I messed up bad. I never showed you the love you deserved. I didn’t show you respect, I didn’t listen to you, and I didn’t trust you. That was not fair of me. I know that now, and I wanna make up for it. You did make mistakes too, but I was worse because I know you never meant to hurt to hurt me. You were only trying to find what I didn’t give you. I was trying my best to hurt you in the worse way. OMG, you had me so angry, I wanted to kill you, but I didn’t have it in me to do it. You had every right to leave. I have become a new woman and I would like to earn my family back if you will have me. I want to be with you… tonight. Let me show you how I feel. Reconnect with me; give me a chance to make it right”.
I gazed into his eyes as he looked into mine. He wiped away the tears that I fought so hard to hold back. I’m so scared that I’m practically trembling in fear of what he is going to say. Heart’s racing again, adrenaline’s pumping, and the tears won’t stop. God I must look so desperate and pathetic to him right now. This is not turning out how I planned. I need to pull it together, show him I am strong and that I have some self-control. I stared into his eyes hoping that he could hear my thoughts. He tried to look away, but I wouldn’t let him. He struggled to respond but finally he spoke and said the words I never thought I would hear again from him, “I’m sorry but it’s over. I love you and always will, and of course I forgive you, but I just can’t take the chance of you hurting me again. Last time, you took everything from me and I almost died. I have peace now and I’ve worked too hard to risk losing it now. I’m sorry”. It was the worst feeling I had ever felt in my life. My heart had been crushed, only it was by my own doing. There was nothing more I could do except to walk out. So I closed my overcoat, tied it up and took my walk of shame out the door. I had to look back and see him one last time and I watched him as he had his face buried in his hands as if he felt like he made the worst decision. At least that what I was hoping so he would maybe call me back, but I believe that I just hurt him all over again by even coming over here and putting him in this difficult position. He never did like to upset me. So as I crouch down in front of his door outside of his loft I come to the conclusion that I really am the cause of all of this. I destroyed a perfectly good family and when I tried to follow what I learned from him and make it right, I got back what I gave to him all this time… rejection. This is my failure. This was my Last Stand.
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