A girl named Maria, who broke up with her fiancé of 8 years named Joe, still has strong desires to be physically intimate with him. Joe lives in the house they used to live in together. Joe has been secretly fantasizing about Maria showing up to his door and starting some intimacy, but in a respectful way at first to test the water. But little by little Maria wants Joe to boos her around and make her come over and over again whenever he decides.
The aroma of coffee was supposed to be a comfort. It usually was. Today, it felt like an accusation. Maria shifted on the worn leather of the booth, the material sticking slightly to the back of her thighs. Every small movement sent a subtle, shameful reminder: she was wet, she was sore, a part of Joe still clinging to her skin beneath her jeans.
She’d showered at his place, a quick, tense rinse under cold water that did nothing to scour the feeling away.