It was the mid-1990s, and I was about 20 years old.

I was seeing a girl a couple of years older than me; we had been dating for just over a year, and for the last few months she had been studying in Oxford while I was still living in North Wales.

It had been a couple of months since I had last visited Tula in Oxford. During my long train journey, my mind was full of doubt and worries about how difficult our long periods apart had been for both of us.

She had been in tears on the phone with me twice in the last week alone. It was early evening by the time I arrived, and we embraced and kissed at the train station platform. We made small talk on the short walk to her flat. I was only able to visit for a couple of days as I had to be back at work.

I dropped my bag and sat on a chair in her kitchen. I was about to start a conversation about my concerns and worries when she took off her long black trench coat. Beneath, she was wearing a simple, low-cut little black dress.

“I bought new lingerie just for you,” she said with a smile and pulled the front of her dress down.

I looked down at her on her knees at my feet, and she whispered, “I missed you,” and then opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock, slowly sliding it deeper after rolling her tongue around it.

“I missed you too, oh god, I had almost forgotten how fucking good this feels,” I sighed as she continued to slide me back and forth into her mouth. I placed my hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair as she reached up and pulled the bra straps off her arms, allowing her large breasts to spill over the top. After a few minutes, I looked down at her.

“Bedroom, now!” I commanded.

We entered the bedroom holding hands, and I swung her towards the bed as I walked over and closed the curtains. I turned to look at her, and she smiled up at me and said, “I really did miss you. I have played with myself so much this week thinking about you coming to see me.” As if to emphasise her point, she opened her legs wide and slowly rubbed her pussy over her panties.

I enjoyed the spectacle for a short time and then said, “Come here.”

She practically pounced on me as she stepped off the bed. We kissed and grabbed at each other hungrily, both lost in passion and need. I spun her so her back was to me and slid one hand up to caress her breasts as the other dropped to rub her pussy. She sighed loudly as I kissed and nipped at her neck.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her back towards me. She pulled her thong to the side as she slowly lowered herself onto my hard dick. I held my breath, savouring the sensation as I slid into her tight, warm body; her sighs turned into moans as she moved up and down on my lap.

I was suddenly taken by the need to take her fully and be in control. I pushed her off my lap, marched her to the window, bent her over and penetrated her from behind. I slammed into her again and again, two months of frustration behind every thrust. She was moaning loudly and pushing back at me as I fucked her hard.

My hand reached around to grip and caress her breasts, then traced its way up to grip her throat; she turned and gave me a look of passion. I withdrew and turned her to kiss me, devouring her lips with mine before pushing her down on all fours on the edge of the bed.

I lifted one foot and placed it on the bed beside her, again entering her warm, soaking wet pussy from behind. After a few minutes, her arms collapsed beneath her, and she turned her head to the side as she hit the bed.

Gasping and moaning loudly, I thrust deep into her from behind, placing my hands on her hips to hold her steady. Speeding up, I recognised the change in her breathing and her escalating moans.

She gasped and spasmed below me. “Oh god, oh god, oh fuuuck!” she screamed as I finally allowed myself to release deep inside her.

We lay next to each other in a post orgasmic glow, had a quick shower together and lay in bed chatting. We agreed that, though things were really hard, we both wanted to try to continue the relationship despite how hard the time apart was, before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

I woke early the following morning and went to the kitchen to make us both a coffee. As I walked back into the bedroom, Tula had just got up. She was standing in a crop top and was pulling on black panties.

“Morning, baby,” I said.

“Good morning, Sir,” she said with a smile.

“Say that again?” I said, placing the coffee on the bedside table.

“I said, Good Morning, Sir!” she repeated, emphasising the sir.

“Oh, I like it when you call me that. Now kneel on the edge of the bed and put your hands behind your back, Miss Brooks,” I ordered.

“Yes, sir,” she said and followed my instructions.

I slowly walked towards her, undoing my belt as I did, and pulled it free of my trousers. Her eyes widened anxiously as I walked around behind her. I looped the belt around her arms above the elbow three times and then threaded it through the loop, tightening it so her arms were now secured behind her back.

I bent down to kiss her and then slowly lifted her arms, levering her down onto the bed so her arse was in the air. I stood behind her and stroked the object of my desire. “I really missed your arse, Miss Brooks; it really is spectacular,” I said as I slowly slid the black thong down to her knees.

I stroked her buttocks again and then aimed a series of hard slaps, swapping sides each time and watching as she writhed beneath me.

“Hmmm, and I have missed my spankings, sir,” she sighed as I stroked her behind and then launched another hard spanking, this time not stopping until she was making little yelping noises each time I struck.

“You really need to fuck me now, sir. Please,” she moaned as I stroked her behind, admiring the small patches of skin now glowing a slight red. I slid my jeans down and took hold of the belt, using it to pull her towards me.   

I slid into her from behind and quickly built up a rhythm, the sight of my cock pounding deep into her milky white flesh beneath me sending my passion to new heights.

I withdrew and lifted her to her feet, unbinding her arms and spinning her to kiss me. I wrapped the belt around her waist, looped it through my hand and pushed her onto her back on the bed, using the belt to lift her and pull her towards me as I entered her again.

Her moaning escalated rapidly as I built up rhythm and started to speed up my thrusts as she thrashed around below me. Her eyes were closed, and she was lost to the waves of enjoyment pushing through her body.

I was captivated by her large breasts bouncing up and down as I drove into her supple body. “I am close, sir, I am close, oh god,” she sighed, her hand reaching down to rub her clit as she moaned loudly.

I continued to drive into her hard as she opened her mouth wide and released a primal noise as the orgasm took her body. Before she had subsided fully, I had emptied myself deep inside her.

We lay exhausted on the bed for half an hour or so and had just started discussing what we were going to do with the rest of the day when her phone rang.

She answered it and rapidly started to look confused. By the time the call ended, she sat very quietly.

“Are you ok, baby?” I asked.

When she turned to me, she had tears in her eyes.

“As part of my PHD programme, I was allowed to apply for some really well-paid, prestigious work experience placements. I didn’t get my first two choices, but I have just been offered my third choice. I only added it to complete the form, as I never thought I had a chance,” she explained.

“That is amazing, baby, but why are you upset then?” I asked

“The placement is for a minimum of two years, and the job is in Berlin,” she said, tears now streaming down her face. As I understood the gravity of her statement, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I felt the colour drain from my face.

The last six months had been hard enough on both of us, but another two and a half years would feel like an eternity, and even at that young age, I understood what an opportunity this was for her, especially in her highly competitive field.

“You have to take this chance, Tula, even though I know what that means for us. Losing you is going to kill me, but I would never forgive myself if you missed an opportunity like this because of me.”

We both knew we had struggled financially to see each other when she was in Oxford, so Germany would mean the end of the relationship.

She looked at me again, her face now stained with mascara.

“It's not fair, it's not fair,” she repeated over and over again between sobs as I held her tight in my arms.

The rest of the day was spent in her flat, much of it in silence, mostly in each other’s arms, and many tears were shed by both of us until we fell into a disturbed sleep after making love.