I stare at the scratch on the wall and remember.
The diamond on Melissa’s ring had scratched the paint. It happened as I pushed her back against the wall and kissed her deeply. Our hands pulled at each other’s clothing as we sank to the floor. Our moment of intimacy was brief and intense. I moved atop Melissa, swollen cock buried between her moist velvet walls, until ecstasy arrived.
A couple hours after our orgasms were over, Melissa walked up the aisle of the church. Her new husband, oblivious, awaited her with a smile.
I stare at the scratch on the wall, wondering what could have been.