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Die bitter-süße Symphonie der Erinnerung: The Bittersweet Symphony of Remembrance

Ava's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she lay in bed next to Mark. On one hand, she was grateful for his presence and the comfort he provided, yet on the other hand, she couldn't shake the thoughts of Ethan and the intense arousal that came with them. As Mark snored softly beside her, Ava found herself slipping into a world of erotic fantasy.

As she lay there, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the memory of seeing Ethan with another woman. The image of his body pressed up against hers, the way his hands moved over her skin, it all filled Ava with a burning desire that she couldn't ignore.

She felt a rush of heat spreading through her body as she imagined herself in the place of the other woman, feeling Ethan's touch on her own skin. The thought of being with him, even if it was only in her mind, was enough to make her ache with desire.

As her thoughts became more and more vivid, Ava found herself slipping deeper into a state of arousal. Her body was humming with need, and she couldn't resist the urge to touch herself. With Mark sleeping soundly beside her, she moved her hand slowly down her body, tracing the curves of her flesh with a delicate touch.

The sensations that rippled through her body were almost overwhelming as she continued to explore her own desire. The memory of Ethan's touch mixed with the physical pleasure of her own fingers, and Ava found herself lost in a world of ecstasy. The contours of his muscular hands filled her thoughts, looming over her own diminutive appendages. She recalled how tiny she felt in his embrace, the weight of his arms encircling her like a cocoon. With every glance he bestowed upon her, she sensed her dignity unraveling as if his gaze possessed the power to strip her bare, leaving her raw and exposed. Her breathing became ragged as the pleasure began to build, and she knew that she was on the brink of release. Her mind was awash with memories of his amorous proclivities. A single hand was ample enough to encompass the expanse of her thigh, his grasp a testament to his physical prowess. Their sexual phone conversations lingered in her mind, his moans reverberating within her when he would surrender his cock to her. The sound echoed in her mind. He would find release at the mere sight of her. He would climax to pictures of her, or even while engaging with her in real-time, commanding her to perform according to his wishes. Every facet of her pleasure was under his control. He held all the power, dictating every aspect of their encounters. The number of fingers, the way they moved, even the very moment she would begin and end.

On days when she refused to submit to his will, he would turn to porn, forcing her to watch as he pleasured himself to the thought of her being in the video. But even in those moments of defiance, she couldn't resist him. Her stubbornness dissolved under the weight of his desire, her body yielding to the sight of his engorged, veiny cock.

The veins on his cock spelled her name. She loved the way he would stroke himself, his gaze fixed on different parts of her body, taking in every inch of her. He had a hunger for her that could never be satiated, an insatiable need that only grew stronger with each passing day. His abs. Fuck. The way his body was outlined. A true masterpiece.

Ava finally climaxed, her body shaking with release. She let out a quiet moan of his name hoping Mark was still asleep. Ethan managed to satisfy her so well without even touching her. But she already knew that. She knew the power he had over her body. At that point, it was no longer her body. It was his. She now realized what she had done. She felt guilty and ashamed, knowing that she had been unfaithful to Mark in her mind, even if he never knew.

Ava lay there in the darkness, feeling the weight of her own desires and the weight of her guilt. She knew that she couldn't keep living like this, torn between her loyalty to Mark and her overwhelming attraction to Ethan.

Mark suddenly stirred from his slumber and caught Ava red-handed. He immediately sat up in bed and looked at her, his expression a mix of shock and anger. Ava froze, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

"What are you doing?" Mark demanded, his voice laced with disbelief.

Ava didn't know how to respond. She felt like a fool for giving in to her desires and betraying Mark's trust. She wanted to explain herself, but the words wouldn't come.

"I don't know," she finally muttered, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mark. I didn't mean to..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Mark jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. "Just get out," he spat, his voice cold and distant.

Ava felt a sense of panic rising in her chest. She knew that she had screwed up, that she had let her desires get the best of her. But she didn't want to lose Mark. He was the only person who had ever made her feel loved and wanted.

"Mark, please," she pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm. "I'm sorry. I love you."

But he pulled away from her, his expression hardened. "Don't fucking say that," he shouted. "You don't know what love is. You’re just a fucking hoe after all.” He said.

Ava flinched at his harsh tone. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mark's eyes blazed with fury. "So, what? You're just going to cheat on me with him? Is that what you want?"

"No, of course not," Ava protested, but Mark cut her off.

"Don't even bother. I don't want to hear it," he sneered. "I thought I could trust you, but I guess I was wrong. You're just like every other woman out there, willing to throw everything away for a little bit of fucking attention."

Ava's heart sank at his words. "Please, Mark, I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it," Mark snapped. "You're disrespecting and degrading me as a man. I thought we had something special, but I guess I was wrong. You're just a selfish, self-absorbed person who doesn't care about anyone else's feelings."

Ava felt like she had been punched in the gut. She couldn't believe Mark could be so hurtful. "That's not true," she whispered.

Mark shook his head. "Save it, Ava. I don't want to hear your lies anymore. You’re a fucking slut, that’s what you are.”

Ava looked down in shame about what she has done. “You want him so bad, don’t you? You’re so fucking disgusting Ava what the fuck. How dare you embarrass the man that I am like that? Have you no fucking shame at all?” Mark asked enraged.

“Yes, yes I know how wrong it is Mark but I can’t control my thoughts,” Ava replied softly.

“Can’t control your thoughts? What a lame fucking excuse you are for a woman. You don’t see me craving every beautiful woman I see, why? Because we all have control over our minds Ava. You’re giving him the upper hand like an idiot. You’re inviting him into your mind. Every time he comes knocking, you open the door for him and allow him to consume you.” Mark exclaimed with hurt and fury.

Ava unable to speak due to her immense regret and shame continues to look down in embarrassment as she sees the hurt she has brought upon her boyfriend who does everything in his power for her.

Ava watched as Mark stormed out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She had never felt so alone and lost before. She knew she had made a mistake, but she never thought Mark would react like this. She had to find a way to make it right, no matter what.

With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Ava alone and ashamed. She curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her face, and wondered how she had managed to mess everything up.

For the next few days, Ava tried to make amends with Mark. She called him, texted him, and even showed up at his apartment, but he refused to see her. He was hurt and angry, and she didn't blame him.

As the days turned into weeks, Ava began to realize just how much she had messed up. She had betrayed Mark's trust, hurt him deeply, and now she was paying the price. She had lost the one person who had ever truly loved her, and she didn't know if she would ever get him back. But even as she mourned the loss of her relationship with Mark, she couldn't stop thinking about Ethan. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face, heard his voice, and felt his touch. She knew that she had no right to feel this way, but she couldn't help it.

One night, as she lay in bed, she found herself thinking about Ethan again. She closed her eyes and imagined him touching her, kissing her, and making love to her. She felt a wave of desire wash over her body, and she couldn't resist the temptation. She reached down between her legs and started touching herself, imagining that it was Ethan's hands on her body. She moaned softly, lost in her own world of desire and passion.

But just as she was about to reach the peak of her arousal, she felt a hand grab her neck. She opened her eyes to see Mark standing over her, his expression a mix of anger and hurt.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded, his voice shaking with emotion.

Ava didn't know what to say. She felt like a fool, caught in the act of betraying Mark's trust once again.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Mark shook his head in disbelief. "I can't do this anymore," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't keep forgiving you, Ava. I deserve better than this. You’re going to turn me into a monster that you cannot tame.”

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