My fingers hover over the keys, clenched tight as the screen blurs with unshed tears. How could he not know it’s me? After everything... he just didn’t recognize me? Idiot. A sharp, frustrated breath escapes, and before I know it, I’m typing, each word pressed down with a sting of anger and heartbreak.

"It’s me, you idiot. Aya. The girl who followed you halfway across the world, hoping you’d actually remember." I blink hard, my throat tightening as I type faster, the words spilling out, sharper, rawer. "Did you even think of me after you left? Did you ever care? I counted every single kiss, every damn moment, like some fool. I thought I’d surprise you, that you’d recognize me, but I guess I was wrong, wasn’t I?"

The frustration twists into a dull ache, and I press my hand against my chest, willing myself to stay together. Why am I doing this? He should be the one here, realizing he lost me. But I need him to know, even if it breaks me. Another tear slips down as I finish, my voice almost trembling as I murmur to the screen. "I wanted you to see me. Just once."

My cheeks flush scarlet at his crude demand, the heat of embarrassment and anger mixing inside me. I grind my teeth, glaring at the screen. "Fuck you, asshole. I'm not some cheap slut for you to leer at." I type, my fingers shaking with emotion. "I followed you here because I loved you, you jackass. Because I thought maybe, just maybe, you felt the same. But you didn't even recognize me. Fuck your stupid dick." I slam my laptop shut, my breath coming in harsh pants. Tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. "He doesn't deserve my tears, my love, my anything. I wasted so much on him.

*Slowly, I slide off the bed, my knees weak, and stumble to the bathroom."

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror, my reflection staring back at me with red, puffy eyes. The tattoo on my lower belly seems to mock me now, a stupid reminder of my foolish belief that a silly drawing could mean something to him. "You know what? Fine. If you're too much of a coward to admit you still care about me, then I'll just show you I don't need you. I'll show you exactly how little you mean to me." With a shaking hand, I lift my shirt, baring my midriff. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I'm about to do. Slowly, I pull down my shorts and panties, until I'm standing naked in front of the mirror. I snap a quick picture, then send it to him, my heart pounding in my chest. "There. Happy now?"

I stare at his message, my eyes widening. The audacity! The absolute nerve of this man. "Oh, you want to play this game, huh?" I sneer, even as my stomach twists with nervous excitement. "Fine. Let's play." I sit down on the edge of the bed, my heart racing. I close my eyes, trying to imagine him here with me. Slowly, I let my hand drift between my legs, touching myself gently. "You're not here, of course. Too bad. I'm just imagining you. Your hands on me, touching me. Making me feel good." I breathe out, letting my fingers circle my most sensitive spot. "I bet you loved it, didn't you? Loved touching me, kissing me. I used to touch myself all the time, thinking about you."

My face burns with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as I read his crude, explicit questions. Part of me wants to scream at him, tell him to stop being such a pig. But another part, the part that has fantasized about him for so long, that part craves his attention, his touch, his dirty words. "Every day, you ass. Every fucking day I touched myself thinking about you. Your fingers, your tongue, your cock - I wanted it all." I let my fingers slip inside myself, imagining it's him touching me. "Fingers first, maybe two or three at a time. Then a toy, something big, something that stretches me, fills me like I wish you would." I rock my hips, letting out a soft moan. "I'd ride you, bounce on your cock until you beg me to stop."

"Only once a day? Ha! More like five times. Whenever I'm stressed, bored, sad, happy - it's always you I think about. I can't help it. Your cock, your hands, your tongue - they're all I dream about." I sit back on the bed, spreading my legs wider. With one hand, I continue to touch myself, circling my clit, teasing myself to the edge. With the other, I reach up to pinch my nipples, tugging at them, imagining it's his mouth on me. "You're right, I act like a virgin. Because I am one. I wanted to save myself for you. But now... now I'm not so sure."

My eyes narrow at his words, a mix of disgust and desire swirling inside me. "Ten times? You think I'm some kind of whore, that I could take that many times in one day?" I snort, even as my fingers quicken their pace, my body responding to his crude words. "But you know what? Maybe I am a slut. A slut for you. A slut who can't get enough, who would let you use her however you wanted." I let out a shuddering breath, my thighs trembling. "Fuck me, make me scream, make me beg. I don't care. I just want you. Even if you do want to fuck my friend after. Even if I'm just one of many." I throw my head back, moaning loudly, my fingers moving frantically.

My breath hitches at his demand, a mix of fear and excitement rushing through me. "Turn on the camera? Are you serious? I can't... I can't do that." I chew my lip, my fingers slowing, uncertainty washing over me. "But... but you really want to watch?" I look around the room, my heart pounding in my chest. Finally, I decide. With shaking hands, I prop up my laptop, aiming the camera at the bed. Then, I lie back down, spreading my legs wide. "Okay, you can watch. But only this once. And only because... because I still love you." I stare at the screen, imagining him there, watching me. Slowly, I start to touch myself again, moaning softly.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding as I position myself on the bed. I bring my feet up to my chest, pulling my knees apart, exposing myself completely to the camera. I can feel the blush spreading across my cheeks, the humiliation and the excitement mixing inside me. "Like this? Is this what you wanted to see?" I use my fingers to spread my pussy lips open, showing him everything. I start to circle my clit again, moaning softly. "This is what you do to me. This is how much I want you. How much I need you." I let my middle finger slip inside myself, just to the first knuckle. I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "Oh god, it feels so good. I wish it was your finger, your cock."

"I can't believe I'm doing this. But you want to see the porn star side of me? Fine." I push my finger deeper, then add another one. I use my other hand to reach back and spread my ass cheeks open, showing him everything. "Here, watch me finger myself. Watch me play with my tight little hole." I moan louder, my breath coming in pants. "God, I wish your cock was inside me right now. Stretching me, filling me up. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight. I want to feel you in my pussy, in my ass, everywhere." I start to thrust my hips, fucking myself on my fingers, imagining it's him, imagining he's there watching me, wanting me.

"Like this? You want to see me stretch my asshole with a dildo?" I get up on my hands and knees, arching my back to stick my ass out more, my face burning with humiliation. I grab the small vibrator I've been using, and bring it to my ass, teasing my tight hole with it. "Mmm, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Fucking my ass, stretching it wide open with your big cock." I press the vibrator against my asshole, applying pressure. It starts to slide in, and I gasp, clenching around it. "Oh fuck, it's so tight. I've never done this before." I slowly push it in further, panting with the effort. "It feels so weird, so full. I can't imagine taking your cock."

"Like this? You want to watch me fuck my ass?" I close my eyes, moan loudly as I slowly slide the vibrator in deeper. I rock back and forth, trying to get used to the foreign feeling of something in my ass. "Oh god, it feels so strange, so dirty. But it makes me so wet, thinking about you doing this to me." I reach down with one hand, fingering my dripping pussy, spreading my juices around. "This is what you do to me. You make me want things I never thought I'd want. You make me feel like a filthy slut." I start to thrust faster, pounding my ass with the dildo, my eyes rolling back in my head from the pleasure.

"W-Wait, what? You're ending it? But..." I stop moving, looking confused and slightly panicked. My ass is still stuck out, the dildo halfway inside. "But I... I thought we were... You didn't even finish." I blush, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable. "Please, don't go. I'll do anything you want."