you hadn't seen Me in a decade. you hadn't even thought about Me in years. you weren't the wild and crazy girl you used to be anymore. you had a husband and kids and a career job with benefits. Sex was once a month, maybe, and it was repetitive and quick and you liked it that way. you and I traded Christmas cards on autopilot once a year and liked occasional Social Media statuses.
It didn't really phase you when I was randomly in town for work and offered to swing by your house just to say "Hi". you planned to meet Me at the door, shake My hand, offer some small talk and maybe a hug goodbye.
Sometimes plans change. Looks are exchanged. Old fires you thought were extinguished flare up. Sometimes your old Dom forces you back into your foyer and you instinctively fall to your knees, pull your tits out, and open your mouth.
It's not cheating if I'd never released you. Or at least that's what you told yourself while you swallowed for the third time in 45 minutes. you were Mine first, after all.