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A strong feeling of déjà vu washed over her. She was sat naked on her bed. Her phone was on the side, recording app open, ready to capture the sounds when she hit record. Was it wise to venture down that road again, knowing what happened last time? She wasn’t sure and that caused the butterflies in her stomach to stir. She didn’t like the way things had ended with Bradley. She may’ve been stupid enough to cheat on him, but she wasn’t so dumb to think that she could handle the guilt of not coming clean. It had not been as easy to confess as she had first thought it might’ve been. He seemed to have just completely disappeared. She had been around to his flat, only to be told that he had packed up and left the day before. She was unable to call him, because she knew he didn’t have his phone. She had eventually ended up at his sister’s house, where she finally received an explanation. Brad had been offered his dream job in New York. Only problem Sex hikayeleri being, if he wanted the position he only had two days until the start date and it was non-negotiable. His sisters told Beth how he’d been in such a panic to pack up his flat and get everything sorted. He’d given his mobile to Nick, asking him to call Beth and explain it all. He told him to tell her that he would contact her from New York when he was settled and had got a number over there. Later that night when she got home, she had received a lovely, very apologetic email from Bradley. He explained that he was sorry things had ended how they had. He hadn’t intended to just rush off like that and he wished he’d had a chance for one last night with her before he’d left. It took Beth hours to write the reply to that e-mail. It was torture. She wished she could’ve done it via phone, but he hadn’t organised himself enough to get that sorted and could Sikiş hikayeleri only communicate via e-mail. She wasn’t sure how much she should tell him, but in the end opted that the whole truth would be for the best. To her surprise and to his credit, he actually handled the entire thing really maturely. She hadn’t even had to send him the proof she had told him about. She was thankful for that. Something however, had been bothering her. She didn’t want his parting memory of her to be the e-mail she sent. She hits record. “Hi Brad. I wanted to thank you. I wanted to do it in a way that I could be sure you could really hear how grateful I am. I’ve been sat here thinking about the whole thing. I really didn’t want it to end like this. Thinking of the end made me think about how we first started,” she couldn’t help but giggle. “What was that chat up line again? Oh yeah, that was it. ‘What’s a nice girl like you doing Erotik hikaye in a dirty mind like mine?’ That sort of cheese would never usually work, but how could I resist when you had such a cheeky sparkle in your eyes as you said it.” She smiled fondly as she remembered. “I can still clearly remember the shocked look on your face when I whispered back in your ear. Can you still remember what I said Bradley?” Giggling again, she tried to capture the sultry tones of that night. “Nice girls tend to fuck the dirtiest. If your mind is anywhere near as filthy as mine, the picture of your cock sinking into my fine pussy, is that good that you can’t help but have it in mind.” She could just imagine him thinking back to that night in the pub. “That night! Well, that was the start of a great few months of fucking each-others brains out.” Her hands caressed across her naked skin, fingers gliding across her nipples sending a small moan from her lips. (Moans) “Opps. Did that just give the game away? I hope you don’t mind Bradley, but I thought it was only right that I try again and let your hear what you missed. When you think of me, I want you to remember the dirty fucking times we had together.
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