Vanesa, My Former Lover, Revisited

Catching a glimpse of Vanesa through the window, her form silhouetted in the soft glow of her apartment, stirs a familiar hunger. She's changed, yet the curves are achingly familiar. Her hands roam her body, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She doesn't notice me, or perhaps she doesn't care, as she slips a hand beneath the hem, fingers dancing along her wet slit. The sight of her, my ex, pleasuring herself, ignites a fire within me. I watch, hidden, as she brings herself to orgasm, her body convulsing with pleasure.

• my
• ex
• vanesa

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