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?Hold the elevator, please!? A woman's panicky voice made me look up from the email I was reading on my cell phone. Her voice was familiar, a ghost?s from my past. I dismissed the idea as soon as the improbable thought entered my mind. It couldn't be her. What were the odds? I extended my arm in-between the closing doors and they slid back open. ?Thank you,? the woman, whose face was hidden from me behind the three gift wrapped boxes she was balancing in her arms, said to me. ?What floor?? I asked her. The sound of my voice had an effect on her. She stiffened, and slowly peeked out from behind the gift-wrapped boxes to get a look at the owner of the voice that had sent a chill through her. We stared at each other in silence for a few reflective seconds, taking in all that was familiar, and all that the passing of seventeen years had daubed our faces with. ?Gil?? Bianca asked in disbelief. ?Yes,? I chuckled. She smiled and replied, ?You look good. A lot grayer, but it suits you. It must be close to twenty years since we last saw each other.? ?It's not quite twenty years,? I smiled back at her. ?How have you been? What are you doing with yourself? I can't believe this is happening,? she laughed nervously, ?What are the odds of running into each other?? ?I don't know what the odds are. But, it's good to see you again,? I replied just as the elevator came to a stop on my floor. ?You didn't tell me what floor you needed to go to.? Bianca laughed and blushed, ?Sorry. Nineteen, please.? I pressed the nineteenth floor button for her, and said, ?Nice seeing you again. You look good, Bianca. Enjoy your party.? I stepped out of the elevator. Bianca stepped in-between the elevator doors to keep them from sliding shut, and called out to me, ?Wait! That's it? You don't want to know why I left without saying good bye to you. I mean, after all we shared, you aren't the least bit curious? You aren?t angry at me?? I turned around to face her, and replied, ?You had your reasons. That's good enough for me, Bianca. I could never be angry with you.? She huffed and replied, ?I'm not the innocent, naive, little girl you knew all those years ago, Gil. I can look after myself, no need to go easy on me. I'm in town for three more days. Take my cell number. Call me, please.? She pouted the word please. I chuckled as I prepared to enter Bianca's number in my cell phone. ?You are much bolder, and much more confident than I remember you. I like that. And I see you remember the effect a pout has on me. Give me your number, I just might call you.? She Güngören escort bayan gave me her number and asked, ?At the absolute least, meet with me over coffee?? I grinned and winked at her, ?We'll see.? Bianca laughed, ?Jerk.? She gave me her big, trademark smile. The sparkle in her eyes was just as I remembered. Bianca was eighteen years younger than me. We met shortly after she had relocated to Toronto, from Montreal, when she was twenty-three years old. I met her at a neighborhood bar I frequented on Friday nights on my way home from work. She was in her graduating year of university, and working as a bartender to make ends meet. I was struck by Bianca the first time I laid eyes on her. I had turned forty-one a few days prior to meeting her for the first time. She gave me a sparkly eyed smile, said hello to me, and asked what my poison was, as I took a seat at the bar. Just shy of eleven months later, I was informed by the owner of the bar that Bianca had moved back to Montreal, on what seemed to be a whim, to get married. She never said good bye to me, or kept in touch. Bianca did cross my mind many times over the years. I was certain I?d never see her again. As to being curious as to why she left without saying good bye to me, I never was. She did what she had to do, and I respected that. The next day, I called Bianca early in the afternoon. She answered my call, ?Hello, Gil. You had me worried. I wasn?t sure if you were going to call.? ?You weren?t worried in the least, Bianca. That cursed pout of yours saw to that,? I chuckled. ?I thought you were probably out late last night, and figured you could use a late brunch, instead of just coffee.? Bianca replied, ?Oh, Gil. I just finished a very late breakfast. The party was a lot of fun. It was a house warming, slash, divorce party for my friend, Dana. I?ve never seen her so happy.? I chuckled and replied, ?If you are up to meeting with me, say when and where. Or, I can pick you up.? There was a short silence before Bianca replied to my offer. ?What if I come to your apartment? I am a short cab ride from you. You have coffee, right? We can sit and catch up for a bit.? My cock twitched and grew stiff. ?Apartment fourteen- ten. I?ll have your cappuccino ready, with chocolate and cinnamon sprinkles, of course.? Bianca laughed and replied, ?Awww, you remembered. That is so sweet, Gil. I?ll be there shortly, bye-bye.? Twenty minutes later, Bianca buzzed me from the lobby. When I opened the door to let her in, my cock twitched again. Escort İnnovia She was wearing a pastel blue, skin tight, one piece mini-dress. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were proudly on display. They weren?t as perky as I remembered, but the little sag in them didn?t take away from how sexy they looked behind the tightness of the dress. Her legs were bare, I wondered if she was wearing a thong or nothing at all. My hunch was that she wasn?t wearing anything under the form-hugging dress. The blue suede, five inch stilettos, complimented her long, toned legs. My cock stirred and throbbed beneath my pants. ?Come in, Bianca. You look lovely,? I grinned and stepped to the side. ?Thank you, Gil. Gravity hasn?t gotten the best of my body yet,? she snickered. She entered the apartment and turned around to face me. A serious and somber look replaced the smile on her face. She held my gaze in silence. ?Promise me you will stand right there and not move till I have said everything I want to say to you. I have to do this. Please, Gil?? Bianca asked me and shivered as she waited for my reply. I nodded. Bianca took a deep breath and spoke, ?I couldn?t have said good bye to you, Gil. I wanted to, but I couldn?t. I was engaged, and you knew that. I felt guilt over cheating on him. He?s a good man, I love him. We have a good marriage. I made the right choice for me. I knew that if I saw you again to say good bye, I would have stayed in Toronto. And I would have left the man I love for you. I had to leave.? I smiled and replied, ?You made the right choice, Bianca. I could never be faithful, you know that. ? She struck my cheek with an open hand. I snarled at her. Unfazed, she said, ?That?s for the scar that?s still on my left ass cheek, from the time you fucked me on the cement wall around the fountain of my University.? She struck my other cheek and hissed, ?That?s for all the unspeakable things you did to me, and made me do, to feed your perverted desires. And for all the times you made me bleed from my pussy, and for the countless bruises and marks you left on me.? She struck me again. ?That?s for the demon rope of yours. For all the times you bent and twisted my body to almost the breaking point, and the pain and suffering I had to endure for your sadistic, sexual pleasure.? Bianca then cupped my face in her hands, got up on her toes and placed a long, lingering, soft kiss on my lips. ?That's for everything you taught me when I was young, impressionable, vulnerable, and naive in Kağıthane escort a new city. I learned so much about life from you.? She broke our kiss, slid her soft lips to the corner of my mouth, and whispered, ?And this is for everything you ever made me feel. The countless, insanely intense orgasms I experienced. I?ve never felt those things since, and I miss them so. The memory of all the pain and pleasure you made me feel mix in my mind and make each memory more beautiful every time I think about them.? She slid her lips over mine, to the opposite corner of my mouth, and moaned, ?That?s for fucking me like no one else ever has. For fucking me how I needed to be fucked. Hard.? I stared at her, and asked, ?Are you done, Bianca? Anything else you need to say to me?? She lowered and shook her head. Her hair fell over her face. I gently placed my index finger on her chin, lifted her head, and brushed her chestnut colored hair way from her face. ?Are you going to leave now, Bianca?? I growled. She locked her eyes on mine and did not answer. Her breathing had become labored. The shiver that shot through her body was her answer to my question. ?You know I don?t like repeating questions, Bianca. Answer me now,? I warned her. She remained defiant. I grinned at her as I reached behind me, found the door handle by touch and locked the door. Bianca gasped and bit her lip at the metallic click of the lock engaging. She tried to lower her head; I grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them. The palm of my hand covered her mouth; I felt each quick, desperate breath she took. I slid my hand to her throat, gripped it tight, and lifted her on to her toes. Bianca didn?t resist, or try to pull away from me. ?I?m going to bind you in my rope and hurt you, Bianca. Then I?m going to fuck you till your pussy bleeds,? I calmly informed her. ?But before I do, you have to beg for it, whore.? Bianca let her body go lax. She had ached to be called a whore again. She gave a slight nod, her breath gurgling in her throat as I squeezed it tighter. I struck her hard, high across her cheek with the back of my hand. Her hair flew away from her scalp, and came to rest across her face. ?Beg, whore,? I snarled at the quivering Bianca. ?P-please, Gil. I want to be your whore again. Make me cry, and beg you to keep hurting me.? Her plea was desperate, as it always had been. ?Good whore. Brush your hair away from your face; hold it with both hands in a ponytail. I?m not done reddening your beautiful face,? I growled, and Bianca shivered. She brushed her hair away from her face and held it in a bunch with trembling hands. I grinned and flashed my teeth at her. ?Look at me when I hit you. I want to see the first teardrop roll down your cheek.? Bianca gasped in anticipation and nodded, waiting to feel the sting of my hand on her cheek, and feel the sting slowly turn to heat.