Chapter 215


    Chapter 215 A Sad Attempt


    Maybe she was right. I had not dated for too long. Since the


    breakup with Aaron, I hadpletely closed my heart and refused all my admirers.


    And I did not understand it. I had not dated him for long, and he wasn’t my first love. But after breaking


    up with him, I could not


    move on.


    Because of the catalysis of alcohol, my self-restraint gradually copsed. I let myself recall every day


    and every moment with Aaron.


    From that daring booty call, things had gotten out of my control, and my heart had kept moving toward


    him. I could by no means stop myself from falling in love with him.


    We were not onlypatible in sex. When we had been dating, he had almost upied my entire


    mind. If I had not met him, I wouldn’t have known I could love someone so deeply.


    However, although we used to be so deep in love, we had broken up. So, I felt depressed as if having a


    lump in my heart.


    When I took out the dildo, I saw blue veins on its soft silicone body. I must be insane! Otherwise, I


    would not have crazily thought it looked like Aaron’s dick.


    The more I tried to stop recalling, the more memories rebelliously popped into my mind.


    I remembered how Aaron and I had had sex. He had liked letting me sit on hisp before slowly


    undressing, revealing his sexy body like that of a male model. I even vividly remembered the shape of


    his six-pack abs!


    I slowly unbuttoned my blouse with my fingers.


    When we had had sex for the first time, he had also taken off my clothes extremely slowly.


    I closed my eyes and took off my bra in the dark. My erged aree gradually shrank in the cold air,


    turning into a dark red nipple.


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    Suddenly, I seemed to see Aaron’s lustful eyes in the darkness. Then, his hand slowly slipped down my


    back and gently sped my waist.


    He had always enjoyed admiring my naked body. In the past, I had always had the illusion that I was


    his muse. His eyes had been deep-set and had fatal magic power that could easily swallow me up! He


    had loved fondling me, although I had always tried to avoid his forey.


    But now, those loving flirtations had be precious fragments of memory. I missed them but could


    never re-experience them.


    I imitated his movements, slid my fingers down along the inside of my thighs, and rubbed the periphery


    of my pussy.


    But masturbation waspletely different from his caresses. The harder I tried to move my fingers in


    my pussy, the emptier I felt.


    Memoriespletely went out of control.


    Alcohol was a good thing because it helped me forget about reality. I had a very real dream. In my


    dream, Aaron pressed his hot chest against mine. One of his hands gently held my face when he


    kissed my lips, neck, and corbones. Then. He went all the way down.


    My lust was immediately revived. So, I roughly took off my underwear, short of breath.


    I was wet.


    My disordered breathing sounded like two people were gasping. I seemed to hear him excitedly say in


    a familiar tone, “I made your tits hard again.”


    My pussy was itchy. When my fingers explored and massaged inside, the hot liquid made my lower


    abdomen twitch. I felt extremely empty in my lower body, so I desperately longed for his big dick to


    enter my body.


    “Fill me up! Be quick!”


    I didn’t notice that I had said such words out loud.


    Aaron had liked to irritate me by saying nasty words. Hearing those words, I had always been turned


    on while feeling ashamed.


    Now, I hadpletely lost my reason.


    I squeezed the dildo hard into my pussy. I hadn’t had sex for a long time, so I felt a dull pain when my


    vagina was filled up.


    Then, I regained consciousness and sadly thought it was not his size.


    But soon, I seemed to hear him say, “Rx.”


    I sank in lust again and intermittently groaned.


    He had liked to hear my feedback when having sex to know whether I felt ufortable or not. But


    now, it was not his dick that was in my pussy.


    The sad mood in my chest was not relieved but grew stronger.


    I was so empty and lonely!


    I gradually tightened the grip on the dildo and moved it violently, imitating his movements. Every time I


    pushed it in, I screamed because it was the reaction he had liked to see.


    When we had been dating, he had almost made my body only bloom for him. We had had sex in many


    ces. When we had once had sex outside, David and the others had almost seen us!


    I used to think I was sexless, but he had reversed my perception. As long as I thought about him, I


    would be turned on.


    But his Adam’s apple was not rubbing against my neck, his fingers. were thrust not into my hair, and he


    was not pressing my head. So, everything felt wrong.


    Merely the groans and whispers in my memory could make me go on with it, and my pussy was getting


    increasingly wet. I did not know whether the liquid had wetted the sheets. All I know was I could by no


    means stop now.


    The physical pleasure made me fall into the abyss of desire. Although the intense movements had


    satisfied my pussy, they couldn’t fill up the vacancy in my heart.


    Because of the masturbation, I felt even emptier.


    I was lonely.


    Sometimes, people were unreasonable.


    My mind was full of his name, but I could not get it out of my throat. I knew I was just trying to deceive


    myself, but I still closed. my eyes like an ostrich, pretending to be indulging in past love.


    He used to be very fond of kissing me and could notice all the details that I had not even cared about.


    He had always served me long and ardently and tried to make me have an orgasm together with him.


    Soon, Iy limply on the bed, toozy to deal with the mess in my lower body. The orgasm made me


    gasp for breath. Then, I opened my blurry eyes and looked at the ceiling in a daze.


    His physical strength had always been good, so we had often had sex twice or three times in one night.


    And I had never been his match in this respect.


    Realizing I would never be so obsessed with another man, I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore.


    As my tears kept sliding down the corner of my eyes into my hair, I almost threw up from crying.


    I had had such a beautiful love, but I had failed to grasp my happiness when it had been only one step


    away!


    My longing and sadness broke down the defenses I had been building for three years.


    No! I could no longer be sad like this! I must do something to make a change!


    At the thought of this, I got out of bed, picked up my phone, and made a call.