Always Been You

~Dante~

My mom has never seen me cry in my 32 years of existence. Firstly, I’m not sure if I’m crying for my closest friend because I loved her but couldn’t express it or because of what she did to me last night. How can she fuck me like that and leave me? What was the reason for her departure? Is it out of fear that we will continue to cross the line? Why didn’t she tell me she wanted to leave before she did? What exactly is going on? Where should I begin my search for her? Until now, I thought we were best friends. She resigned without informing me, and she sold her house without even informing me. What exactly is going on here, Lolita?

“Dante.” My mother’s eyes met mine as I raised my head.

“I love you so much, son, but I’m afraid I’ll have to cut all ties with you this time. You will understand why I’m doing this when you locate Lola. From this point on son, stop coming here until you return, my daughter. This is entirely your fault and entirely your outright lies.”

“Mother, what exactly do you mean? Are you aware of why Lola left?”

“My suspicions were confirmed when she left without saying anything. Stop coming here; I don’t want to see you.”

She stood up and went inside.

Lola, I’ve been abandoned by my own mother. What is going on?

I left my family’s residence and immediately made my way to a club. My mother chased me out of her house. My best friend, or perhaps more accurately, my first love, abandoned me. My girlfriend is perpetually occupied. Her mother is sick every weekend. I am aware that she is lying. I pursued my one and only shot at happiness. I examined the ring on my finger and thought to myself,

Hell, there is no way I’m taking this ring off. My wife will always be Lola.

Despite the fact that we are no longer married, she will always be my wife. Is it true that she filed our divorce papers? I’ll have to verify with my lawyer tomorrow. I examined the glass and swirled it while scanning the area for her. I’m not sure why I didn’t make our marriage official. Did she actually file our divorce papers? No, I have a strong suspicion she did not. However, why did she refuse to submit? I will never desire anyone else more than I desire Lolita. I began scanning the faces of every female patron in the club. I’m on the lookout for a sight of those piercing blue eyes. Those beautiful eyes used to stare at me with such tenderness. The love I failed to acknowledge and the love I failed to keep-it is entirely my fault. I swallowed my drink, and a lady approached me. I shush the woman away. I kept scanning, looking for those mesmerizing eyes. I succumbed to frustration. Tears began to fall. I’m just hoping to catch a peek at her. I’d give anything to be able to see her. I’m desperate to see my Lolita. The disappointment was palpable. My guilt began to take over, and now I’m looking for someone to fuck in order to drown my sorrows in another’s pussy. I began looking for the girl I had shoved aside. I noticed her on her way to see another guy. I approached her and dragged her into the restroom. She snarls.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you going to shut up and follow me?” I yelled.

I pinned her against the wall of the restroom. I pushed my fingers beneath the hem of her short black gown, quickly inserting them into her panties. She let out a gasp.

“This is the restroom. People are going to see us.”

“I don’t give a damn.”

I proceeded to run my finger along the border of her smooth slit, eventually reaching her throbbing clit. She desires me as much as I desire her. I began circling her clit with my thumb. Small moans were coming out of her mouth. I slid one finger inside her while rubbing her off with the other. As I began to feel her walls tighten, her legs trembled.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Don’t move!” I snarled.

I pinned her against the wall with one hand while pulling up her dress with the other. I paddled her and palmed her ass. I swung her around to face the wall. One of my hands was still clutching her two hands. I took out a condom and placed it on my cock with my free hand. I let out a long thrust while spanking her ass again.

“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” She screamed. “Yes, fuck me!”

I began ramming her roughly into her pussy while spanking her ass. I swiftly freed her hands and grabbed her petite waist, pushing deep into her pussy. The restroom is filled with groans and grunts. I thrust into her with my two hands, parting her butt cheeks. I was on the verge of exploding.

“Yes, Lola. Fuck yes, baby.” The girl yelled.

“What the hell?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“It’s fine, baby; you can call me whatever you want.”

After that, I let go of my cum while screaming the name of the woman I love. The woman abandoned me because I failed to express my feelings for her. I treated her like a one-night stand when she was my wife. I became irritated as I stared at the girl in the restroom with me. She doesn’t have piercing blue eyes at all.

“Get the fuck out!” I roared.

I fixed my slacks and went straight to my car. When I got home, I went straight to the bathroom to scrub every inch of my body clean of the girl I had just fucked in the toilet. What happened to my morals? I opened my eyes to see a photograph of her and me when she was nine years old. What was she thinking when she did this to me? I took out my phone and attempted to contact her once more. However, the phone number has been deactivated. I then dialed Candice’s number. When her phone rang, it was answered by an Asian-accented man. This is the one I chose over my first love since she is more mature, but now I’m paying the price. To be honest, this isn’t the first time I’ve called, and this guy has picked up instead of Candice. The first day was the day we were meant to get married. She made me lose Lola while she was cheating on me, so I had to give her up.

Candice, you’ve arrived in the pit of hell.