wild night with my fiery ex

So here’s a wild one from last weekend that I still can’t shake off. It all started when I bumped into an ex at a local dive bar here in Tampa. We had this fiery, tumultuous thing a few years back, and seeing him stirred up more than just old memories. We did the usual catch-up over drinks, and that old chemistry was impossible to ignore. Few tequila shots later, and I’m at his place, heart pounding with anticipation.His apartment had this sultry, dim glow—perfectly setting the stage for what was about to unfold. He didn’t waste any time. As soon as we were through the door, he had me against the wall, lips pressed hard against mine, hands roaming with a familiarity that sent shivers down my spine. The way he kissed me, it was like he was trying to make up for lost time. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him as we stumbled towards the bedroom, our clothes shedding along the way.Once on the bed, things got intense real quick. His mouth was everywhere, exploring every inch of me as if he were starving. I returned the favor, savoring the taste of his skin, feeling his body tense under my touch. The sex was relentless. We switched positions more times than I can count, each more fervent than the last. There was this raw, almost desperate passion that neither of us could control.And just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled out a new toy—a sleek, black vibrator that he ran teasingly along my thighs before pressing it right where I needed it most. The sensations ripped through me, and I was coming undone, moaning his name, clutching at the sheets. It didn’t take long for him to follow, his movements becoming erratic as he reached his climax.Lying there, tangled in each other and breathless, it felt like no time had passed at all. We talked until dawn about nothing and everything, a stark reminder of why it ended yet why it was so damn hard to let go. It was reckless, it was foolish, but damn, it was exhilarating.