When we moved, and had everything packed up in boxes and carried down to our car, we took a moment to stand in our old apartment, now totally bare. The sun lit the woodfloors. We'd loved this place, the woodfloors and old fixtures. So many memories of our relationship when it was just starting. So much good sex. We felt a twinge of arousal and sadness as we looked at our now vacant home, remembering the times we made love on the couch, and in the bathtub, and even the kitchen counter. No furniture anymore, no traces of our passion. We wanted to take a few last snapshots to remember. She posed for me. And seeing her, legs open, and inviting, sparked our final passionate love making session in our old place right on the bare wood floor.
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