The Almost

We were together for three years. On and off. Mostly off. But we always came back to each other.

At the beginning, the sex wasn’t that good. He was very passive. Almost too calm. Meanwhile, I’ve always had a high sex drive. I like intensity. I like feeling wanted. I like hunger. And with him, I often felt like I was the one bringing all the fire.

That’s actually one of the reasons we kept breaking up.

But something shifted during the last phase of our relationship.

Every time we got back together, he suddenly put in way more effort. Especially sexually. It was like he realized that if he couldn’t match me emotionally, he had to match me physically. And he started trying really hard.

He began going down on me every time we reconnected. Not casually. Not as foreplay. But like a mission.

And one night… I swear something snapped in him.

He was focused in a way I had never seen before. Patient. Intentional. Like he was studying me. Every reaction. Every breath. Every movement. It didn’t feel rushed. It felt like he was determined to make me lose control.

I ended up having five orgasms back to back. I’m not exaggerating. It felt like waves crashing one after the other, so intense I barely had time to breathe before the next one hit.

My body was shaking. I couldn’t even speak properly.

And in the middle of it, I realized something.

He wasn’t just trying to please me.

He was trying to make sure I would never forget him.

And the craziest part? It almost worked.