Stranger by the Sea
Michael s chance meeting on the sands, leads to a revelation.
Adopted from posts By Pearce R Daly & moonstormer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Cape Cod in late August is quite beautiful. The world has settled into summer, everything slows down, in the mind the knowledge of the coming end of the season is muted. One's body adjusts to the temperatures and the sun's bathing rays leave a feeling of being embraced by the season; wholesomely healthy. After a day's play, the sun settles to a warm evening, a glass of wine, and perhaps a bit of nakedness; unless you are alone.
I had not planned to visit the Cape by myself; however, life often takes turns we can't predict, nor control. Julie and I had eloped two years ago, seemingly fine, then she told me she had become interested in someone else. As hard as that was to take, when I found out who it was, I was devastated; my brother Rich. I probably should have noticed how they would joke, pull pranks together and just enjoy each other's company. I had no idea this was going on or how long. Maybe it is true that the spouse is always the last to know.
Rich had been in many relationships over the past 10 years. He d not been good at keeping relationships; any relationships. Even mom was frustrated that he didn t visit her since dad died.
Since the beach house was already booked, I said; "fuck it", and headed out for a few days of adventure. I brought enough to keep myself entertained, not looking to drown my sorrows in a bar. I was determined not to carry a banner for my own 'pity committee'.
In this area known for fun and sun, I had prepared myself for a quiet time of reading and self- reflection. I found a bit of calmness here and thought maybe I should explore. The smell and feel of the ocean air opens one's other senses as nothing else can.
One evening I headed up to the National Seashore to walk and found myself on a quiet, isolated piece of beach. No one was in sight of where I was, except a solitary women seated, silhouetted against the cresting sea. As I was nearing her, I notice her brown, flowing hair cascading to the mid of her naked back. I cleared my throat as a subtle notice of my presence, she turned and noticed me.
I said hello and asked how she was this evening she smiled and responded that she was quite well. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, arms holding them. It was then that I realized she was totally naked.
We exchanged, what was for me, a slightly uncomfortable conversation. She said her name was Terry and she was visiting friends and just needed to walk out here to clear her head. I told her my name was Mike. She smiled as she looked me up and down. As the conversation continued, she suggested that maybe, if I shed my clothing, we would feel more comfortable; on the same level so to speak. All that I could see of her was hot and as I tried to be non-nonchalant in removing my clothes, my cock springing from my boxers gave me away.
Terry sprang to her feet, running to the water, telling me to catch her if I can. There was no way that I wasn't going to catch her. And there was no way she was going let me not catch her.
We both tumbled into the water, the cool feel of the Atlantic pulling the heat from extremities, but certainly not everywhere. Our lips met in a deep embrace, my cock hardening against her smooth, flat belly, her hard nipples pressed into my chest. My hands pressed down Terry's back, caressing the smooth roundness of her ass checks, pulling her to me more. We didn't know each other, but we both wanted this, needed this and were not about to let the opportunity escape.
Terry clasped my hand, pulling me up the beach to a spot where her clothing and a blanket were piled. She pushed me onto my back and proceeded to take my aching cock into her mouth. Her tongue traced the head and then down and up my shaft, teasing the slit at the tip. She slid her lips over the head twisting and sucking while stroking below. I had to stop her before exploding in her mouth, her lips pulling from my dick with a pop.
Now it was my turn to taste her, even after being in the water, her scent was intoxicating. I licked and kissed around her mounds, finally parting her lips and finding my way to paradise. Terry lifted her hips, grinding and gyrating her hot, wet cunt harder in my face. My tongue working circles around her clit, she grabbed my hair, held me to her glistening pearl, she pressed harder to my face, her orgasm building from deep within. I pulled back quickly to catch a breath, only to be yanked back to her snatch. She was not about to be denied, and she was not, as she shuttered and moaned loudly. As her breath relaxed she let go of my hair, releasing me to pull back and look into her eyes, and a look that said she wanted more.
As I laid back on the blanket, Terry straddled me, slipping my cock into her drenched, dripping cunt. She was rocking herself on me, her exquisite tunnel engulfing all of me, clenching, almost milking me. I noticed another couple approaching, but there was no stopping now. As they passed, they smiled, not saying a word. I could have sworn the women said to her partner that was so hot, she really need to fuck, and soon.
I could feel the pressure building from my balls, I couldn't hold back for much longer. Terry moaned loudly, she was coming again, which pushed me over the edge, spurt after spurt of cum mixing with her fluids.
We kissed, as she lay on top of me; two strangers, yet in some way, no longer strangers. One could feel the evening chill coming on, so we both headed back into the water to rinse off. Any thoughts of discomfort of each other long passed. Suddenly, the feelings of betrayal seem more distant.
As we walked back up the beach, we paused, me looking into Terry's soft brown eyes, a connection that I didn't, or couldn't understand. A deep kiss brought a realization that such understanding was unnecessary.
We dressed and walked back to the parking lot. As we arrived, Terry said she came to the Cape after breaking from a relationship. I explained that I had a similar situation and was also processing it as best as I could. We both agreed we were glad this evening happened, and we would meet here tomorrow evening around the same time. A warm embrace, a deep kiss, we said good bye and good night. We got into our cars driving away, looking to tomorrow.
After a great night sleep, I awoke looking forward to tonight. I could not seem to stay focused on anything all day so I went from reading to walking to watching TV; yet the day still seemed to drag. Finally, the evening arrived and it was time to head up to the Seashore, and meet up on the beach we were at, last night.
I arrived at the parking lot and noticed only one car there. Terry's. I also noticed the marker plate frame had the emblem of the same dealership as my car. Maybe we actually live near each other. That was a question for later.
As I neared the spot where we had met last night, I spied the beautiful lady, completely nude. She saw me approach, she leaned back on her elbows on the blanket, one knee in the air, which gave me full view of her wonderful attributes. She smiled and said that I was a bit overdressed and should really consider doing something about it fast. I didn't need to be told twice, shedding all before I got to her blanket. I knelt down and kissed those sweet lips, picked her up and carried her into the ocean.
The water felt amazing as I let her down, holding her, the waves pressing us together with each swell. My hardness pressed to her belly, her stiff nipples poking my chest, we could remain this way forever in my mind. Her gaze was melting me inside; and inside her is where I knew I needed to be.
I picked Terry up and carried her back to the blanket, both of us breathing hard, not from the effort, but from what was to come. As I kissed her lips, she grabbed my cock, lubricating it with my precum, softly, slowly, stroking the length. I kissed down her neck, slightly nibbling and sucking gently her tits, tongue lapping, sucking and finally biting and pulling her sweet, brown nipples drawing a soft moans from her.
My fingers played up her slit, parting her folds and she worked her hand up and down my cock, a slight twist each time she just touch the head, as my fingers circled, then flicked her clit, she pressing to my hand in excitement.
Terry and I were at the point where we needed to stop or else we would come at each other's hand. I grabbed her, forcing her onto her hands and knees as I approached her from the back, rubbing my dick up and down he slit. Her cunt was moist and mixed with the dripping precum from my dickhead. She was moaning loudly. I also heard other moaning and looking to the right, noticing the couple we saw last night, fucking away on a blanket nearby. This ramped up our excitement even more.
I pressed my cock into Terry's folds, she pressing back on my engorgement, taking me deeper inside her with each thrust, my hand manipulated her clit, first circling, then rapidly stroking at that pearl. She pushed back, stopping, a deep, low groan and hissing as her orgasm over took her. I paused, held in tight, not moving giving her a moment undisturbed.
Suddenly, she slammed back on me, grinding and gyrating, squeezing my cock with her internal muscles, milking me. I could feel cum building from a depth long forgotten. I groaned and growled, cum rising up my cock. She was moaning, squirting and covering my cock with her wetness.
I withdrew from her drenched cunt, stroking a very few times covering her ass and cunt with each spurt, finally collapsing across her back, as her knees and arms gave way.
I lay over Terry for a while, both of us watching the other couple as they finished their love making. They were just too hot to ignore; not to mention loud. As they recovered, they looked at us, smiling. We all gave each other a thumbs-up; and no words exchanged.
The twilight of the day was settling upon us, so we took each other's hands, walking to the water for our final rinse. As we walked, we noticed the other couple not far behind us, heading into the surf to do the same. At this point, they introduced themselves as Francois and Natasha, Canadians from Montreal. This explains the exclamations of "Ah, qui" that we kept hearing them say during their passion. All four of us naked, but none of us cared. After some small talk, we bid our Adieu and went to dress and head back to our cars; and tomorrow, back to our daily lives.
Walking back to the parking lot, I told Terry that it looks like we got our cars from the same dealership. She smiled as she told me that she lived only a half mile from me. I asked her last name to which she answered; "Stone". She asked mine and I said; "Sarken" and we are the only family by that name in the area.
I noticed Terry's face was ashen, asking her if she was okay. She then shared that the reason she was here, that she had recently broken up when she caught her boyfriend cheating; and his last name was Sarken, Rich Sarken. She had caught him entering a hotel with another woman.
My heart sunk, not knowing what to do. So, I went with the truth. I had planned to come here with my wife until I found out she was in a long term affair, with my brother. And yes, my brother's name is Rich Sarken. Not sure what to do or say we held each other's hand tightly and quietly. This went on for several minutes until I started to snicker. Terry smiled and asked what I found so funny.
Hoping she wouldn't find me completely crude, I said this is kind of like an unknowing revenge fuck. She stared at me with the most serious look on her face, then burst out laughing. I was laughing so hard, tears were rolling down my cheek, as was Terry. When we calmed down, I pulled her to me, kissing her, tongue fucking each other's mouths. As shitty as this time at the Cape had started, it is magic had brought our visit to this end. Tonight, I was not to sleep alone, this beautiful lady would spend the night with me.
As autumn has come, back here in our town, Terry and I are together. My divorce is in process, nothing contested. The distance from my brother is quite evident. He nor my wife know that I am in a relationship or with whom.
A lone naked woman on the beach, who shared a moment of freedom with me, when we both most needed it. No one knows what or why things draw people together; but for this I am most grateful.
In the end, vengeance can be sweet, I wish my brother no ill will, but he really needs to squirm; wondering if, or when Terry will tell Julie that he was also fucking around on her.
My mother called today, asking if I could put things behind me enough to come for Thanksgiving dinner. She didn't want me to be too uncomfortable. I said it would not be me that will be uncomfortable; and that I have someone I would like to accompany me, someone who has a special place now in my life. She was thrilled at the prospect. Terry said she is more than up for it!
Holidays can bring out the best and the worst in folks sometimes, and at the least, some drama. And I for one can hardly wait to see the look on my brother's face come Thanksgiving. Vengeance will be sweeter than the whip cream on the pumpkin pie!!
And speaking of dessert, where is Terry? I would love eat something a little sweet right now!
No Longer Strangers
Later that Autumn.
The New England autumn is often warm days and an evening chill. A great time for a visit back to Cape Cod, where Terry and I discovered each other. Lots of places have closed for the season, in some ways making our escape more intimate. There is a slight change in the colors of foliage, but the breeze and smell of the season are inescapable.
Parking the car, we descended the serpentine path, walking to the beach where we first met. The warmth of the sand caresses the feet, reminding us of the day a couple of months prior, the nakedness and passion that overwhelmed us, consuming us. Two strangers looking for solace after difficult experiences, instead finding intense intimacy along with a mutual connection to the experiences that brought us to the Cape at that time.
Terry had suggested that I bring a sleeping bag as she packed a picnic basket with snacks and a bottle of wine as we prepared to journey up to the National Seashore. Amazingly, this part of the beach was deserted, the waves breaking over the sand and the cry of seagulls the only sound reaching the ears.
Walking barefoot into the water, I embraced this beautiful woman that has lifted me from the pit of despair and makes me feel more alive than I have in years. Kissing her sensuous lip, she opens her lips and immediately entwines my tongue with hers. My hand cups her breast through her shirt, no bra impeding my touch. My cock hardens, pressing against her, instinctively dry humping her belly. As we break from the kiss I take her hand and walk up the beach, removing clothing as we near the sleeping bag. Despite the chill in the air, we lie on the sleeping bag, not closing it, caressing her tit with my lips as Terry runs her hand over my engorged cock. My tongue circles her nipple, then moves to her other breast, a light bite and pulling back with a hard suckling.
My hand finds her folds, teasing around the outside before parting her lips and circling her clit. Terry's hips press her cunt into my hand as her hand, lubricated by precum, twists around my cock causing intense sensation in my glans.
I rolled onto my back as she mounted my throbbing dick, my thumb rubbing her pearl as she thrusts back and forth, her tits swaying. Terry's breathing quickens as she is also grinding against me. She starts to moan, her orgasm building, I feel my ball tighten, no holding back as my load pushes up my cock. I groan with my release as her orgasm peaks, her cunt soaking my hardness along with my cum. She collapsed on my chest, her warm tits reminding me of the distinct chill in the air. We pull the sleeping back closed around us as we drift quietly in recovery.
With the encroaching twilight, we dressed and headed to the parking lots. Time passes quickly here and this mini vacation has had a relaxed feel to it. After dinner and a few drinks we return to the house her friends own. Terry tells me she needs to shower, but would certainly appreciate having her back washed. Who am I to deny such a request? I hear the water running and see her through the glass of the shower door. Stepping in, I am met by a beautifully shaped ass, the water flowing down and over. She hands me a washcloth and soap, I gently wash her back and behind, lingering. I could not resist, but to reach around and cup her breast. Terry took a deep breath, and pressed her inviting derriere against my stiffening cock. My dick was resting between her two gorgeous buns.
Terry spun around, locking her lips to mine, her heart pounding through her chest against mine. I cupped the sweet checks of her ass, raising then lowering her onto my raging boner. We held tight as thrust after thrust was met by her inner muscles, clenching, tensing, her orgasm building yet drawing my own from deep within. With a moan from Terry and a groan from me, we were overtaken by our releases, pulsing hard as we came and finally both embracing as the warm flow of the shower poured over our bodies. Afterward, a peaceful night was the reward.
The next morning as Terry and I packed to return to our everyday lives, the discussion presented itself of our next break; Thanksgiving at my mothers. Terry was concerned, not about seeing my brother again, but how was I going to handle it. I was not sure what bothered her most; the anger toward my brother, or if I was still in love with my soon to be ex-wife. Though, not wanting to re-enforce her fears, so too, I quietly wondered the same, shamefully!
Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving arrived. The thought of my dad, three years after his passing, flooded my mind. I miss him, but he was about moving forward. Terry and I got out of work early. A pleasant November afternoon, we hopped into the car and began the hour plus ride to my mom's house. Terry was looking forward to meeting my mother, yet neither of us were prepared for the meeting of my brother and my soon to be ex-wife. Arriving at my mother's house, we learn that they would not be coming until Thanksgiving morning. This would give a relaxed evening for all of us.
Terry and I slept upstairs, in the room that was mine until moving out for college. My brother Rich and I found work in the same town, over an hour from home. These rooms have been kept much as they were when we were home. As we settled for bed, I could not help but think of facing my brother for the first time since splitting with my wife. Maybe, the unanswered questions will be answered tomorrow. This did not help me to sleep, yet Terry drifted off soundly.
Thanksgiving morning arrived, partly sunny with a not so positive forecast, snow squalls expected later. At ten in the morning, folks have shown up! As I saw my brother and my former mate, Julie, I nodded a silent hello. Mom was chatting a mile a minute, yet no doubt one could feel the discomfort in the room.
Fortunately, the Thanksgiving Parade was on TV, drawing attention away from the ice between my brother and me. I was surprised to see Terry and Julie conversing; first small talk, then smiling and chatting about what was going on in the parade. I went to help mom with the dinner prep. She knew things were strained between my brother and me. I think she was hoping this holiday would let us settle our differences, but I had my doubts.
As usual, my mother put on another great feast. All were full as we got up from the table, Terry put her arm around me, whispering how she loved my mom. At that moment, I realized that I loved Terry, I was not still in love with Julie.
My mother asked the ladies if they would help her clean up before dessert. They were glad to help, both smiling and chatting. A stern look overtook my mother's face, her telling my brother and I to bring in wood from the shed; and bring plenty. I remember that phrase when my dad would send us out to settle things when Rich and I were in our early teens. A couple of times that resulted in a bloody nose or lip.
As we got to the shed, I grabbed my brother by the shirt collar. He told me to give him my best shot, if it would make me feel better; but he wouldn't fight me. I released my grip, saying "fuck you!"
Rich then pulled out a bottle of Black Berry brandy, took a hit off it, then offered it to me. A few hits of that belly warming liquid and we were talking. He asked if I was still in love with Julie. I told him no and he replied, What the fuck is the problem? It was then that I realized the need to let this go. The two cheaters deserve each other. He is still my brother and we may be better off now. We were also close to being drunk. We agreed that for mom s sake, we wouldn t mention this issue in front of her.
As we were bringing the wood in, we still had that juvenile competitive sibling rivalry. We tried to carry bigger loads of firewood than each other. It was wet, as sticking snow-flakes began to come down hard, creating a white curtain beyond the shed, hiding the forest. These early snow storms make everything slick, especially coming up on the back wooden deck. We both fell on our asses, laughing as we worked to complete our task.
After a dessert of the world s best pies and coffee. We discussed if we should leave early? The hour drive would be longer in treacherous weather. The ladies would have to drive, as we boys had too much brandy. The phone rang, my mom's neighbor reporting that the highway has been closed due to accidents.
A smile drifted across our mother's face. She told us that our old rooms were still there. It would be much safer to camp here and not risk an accident to get home. She was in her glory, having her boys home; and talking!
The only thing better than Thanksgiving dinner, is the turkey sandwich in the evening. Sitting around the table with Terry, Rich and Julie; we were laughing and joking, seeing the pure joy on mothers face as the snow continued to fall. Certainly, not the Thanksgiving I was expecting.
We watched TV for a while, mom falling asleep in the chair, a content look on her face. Rich and Julie excused themselves, heading up to bed. I put a blanket on mom as she sleepily said she was just fine where she was. After a while, Terry and I went upstairs to my old room, right next to Rich s.
Crawling into bed, we could hear noises coming from my brother's room. He and Julie were fucking. I had forgotten how thin these walls were, apparently Rich didn't remember either. Terry looked at me and smiled. I put my finger up to my mouth, signaling that we should be quiet.
Terry's hell no response was to grab me. She pulled me on top of her buried her tongue between my lips, pulling me closer. My heart was racing, our breathing rapid, grinding my cock on her clothed cunt. I pulled her night-shirt off, tonguing her tits, no longer caring whether anyone could hear. Sinking lower, I pulled Terry's pink panties away, diving in for a second dessert of the evening. She giggled loudly and said; Too much!
The deep grunts from the next room proved that there were no concerns as to who was hearing what, with no doubt that they were approaching orgasm. As I rubbed my cock up and down Terry's slit, she lifted her hips, her cunt engulfing my throbbing cock, Yes! She said in a passionate declaration. Then gyrating and grinding as she reached her crescendo.
Terry lifted and locked her legs, as the waves of orgasm over took her, loudly moaning as her cunt muscles clenched my aching cock. Oh, Michael! she screamed. Oh, My, God! I came deep in her, feeling like my heart would stop, only to pound harder. We both collapsed, holding each other tight, soon drifting to sleep.
The next morning I met my brother in the hallway, me heading to the bathroom, he returning. Oh, Michael, He greeted me. We gave each other a knowing smile. Indeed, it had been quite a Thanksgiving.
We sat at the table, my brother & Julie, Terry & me, as mom served us one of her great, big breakfasts. She said "I hope you would all be coming on Christmas".
We all smirked as my brother said, "So do we, Mom. So do we!"
Epilogue: How to Apologize
Adopted from a post by moonstormer.
It has come to my attention that some people are really bad at apologizing. I'm not entirely sure why this is, but has become increasingly obvious to me. Apologies can easily seem half-assed and meaningless, but a real apology is priceless. It's not about groveling for forgiveness; it's about showing remorse and trying to make the situation better.
After a dramatic family gathering, I found it bizarre that I forgave the woman who had an affair with my boyfriend, Rich, behind my back. This wasn t a random woman, no; she was in a 2-year marriage with my boyfriend s brother, Michael, whom I hadn t yet met. My asshole of a boyfriend dumped me. I was crushed, rejected, and determined to get away from this asshole. I took a few days off work and went to the ocean, to clear my head and find my self-esteem.
I had a chance encounter with a stranger, a guy whom I soon found out, shared my same emotional pain. His wife had just dumped him, and admitted she was humping his own brother! The Oceanside stranger & I had an amazing few days together, and neither of us wanted it to end there. Michael & I were exchanging phone numbers and names. We were both floored to find out that our two stories were actually just one story. My cheating asshole former boyfriend, Rich; was that wonderful stranger s own brother & having a tawdry affair with Julie; Michael s betraying wife!
I had to take a lot of time to sort this out. Can I seriously pursue a meaningful relationship with the asshole s own brother? Yes, because we both regarded the same asshole in the same way. We also had the same painful insights about infidelity. Plus, they say Living well is the best revenge. Never let an asshole live rent-free in your head.
But how would we deal with family events? That s the reason I m sharing this. Mr. Asshole is still an asshole. I can t change him and I won t try. But his girlfriend handled herself differently. She owned her actions, and took the initiative to do what she could, to limit the fallout. Maybe it s because it was the first real family gathering after the guys and their mother buried dad. Their mother was still bravely grieving the death of her life partner, and the boys could not again fail to gather for a family Thanksgiving holiday.
I went to mom s house , with the attitude that Rich & Julie deserve each other. But within hours, Julie & I were at peace, and even enjoying the weekend. Given her maturity in owning her actions, I wasn t even sure Rich deserved her. But that s not my business, and I never brought it up.
Julie hadn t earned my trust yet, but she had my forgiveness. The two are not the same thing. My forgiveness was my gift. It also liberated me from bitterness, too. But trust is earned, and Julie knew that.
Julie s example needs to be retold as a clinic for how to apologize like a master.
A step-by-step guild to taking responsibility for your wrong behavior.
Below, you will find some key points of how to apologize to a woman. A lot of men usually don't comment on the quality of an apology, nor do they seem to criticize an apology when they receive one; therefore, it is safe to assume that this form works for both genders.
Apologize because of who you are, not who the other person is. Don t be childish and deflect, or even cite the behavior of others who might have egged you on . If you re better than how you behaved, show it. I would be happy to hear if anyone contradicts this.
1) The first step is to actually utter the words "I'm sorry". Now, this may sound rather simple, but it's almost scary how many people have a hard time with those words. Of course, the words themselves are not enough. If you scream them, or say them in a way that sound devoid of emotion, these words will be meaningless. They only have power when they are uttered with a tone of remorse.
2) Next, you must acknowledge what you did. This can be a range of things, but should always include the action/words that caused this apology to be necessary, as well as whatever pain and suffering came along with that. It is not enough to just apologize for some vague thing; this step is necessary for making the person who has been hurt (sometimes both parties) feel that their concerns have been heard.
3) Beyond that, you must admit that your actions were wrong. Sometimes just using that word can make all the difference. If you skip that part, the other person will assume that you feel justified in your actions, and the apology will be nullified. Of course, there are situations where you do not think all your actions were wrong. In this case, state those actions you do believe were wrong, and clarify your others in the next step.
4) Now, it is necessary to explain your intent. Usually, when people do something that necessitates an apology, they were trying to do something else and something went wrong. As such, it is important to explain what you were trying to do when things went awry. Of course, it is important to explain that this is Not an excuse! Just a candid insight about where you screwed up. You are not trying to get away with what you did, but just make it clear that it was not your intention to upset the other person. You can even say outright, "This is not an excuse. I want to explain why I did what I did, but I am not trying to say that what I did was the right thing to do."
5) This is the part that most people forget to do. This when it is important to explain what the person means to you, and how much you want to make amends. This makes any apology go above and beyond, to the point of actually helping to move towards reconciliation. You wouldn't apologize if you didn't want the other person to accept your apology, so make sure they know what your relationship (working, friendship or otherwise) means to you, to let them know that it has some value to you and is worth fixing. If appropriate, this can be a good time to give the person a compliment (that is in some way connected to the precipitating incident) and explain the importance they have in your life; you have hurt this person, it's time to try to make them feel better.
6) Repeat these steps until your apology is accepted and you are able to make peace with the person.
7) Be open to letting them say what hurt/bothered them. Even if they've already told you before. Sometimes they will need to say again why they are upset. Pay attention to what they say! This is what you must mention again in steps two and three. If they feel the need to repeat it, it is probably because they do not feel that you have heard them/understood. If, after repeating step two twice or more, ask them if you have covered everything or left anything out. Remember, you want to make sure they know that they've been heard, and sometimes just checking will make them know that this is important to you and that you really want to make sure you understand why they are upset.
8) At the beginning of the next conversation, it is helpful to just make sure the person is feeling okay. Sometimes, new things bubble up after an apology, and if you want to move forward in peace with that person, just make sure that everything is still as you left it at the end of your apologetic conversation.
Of course, every person has their own style, and specific things that may be more or less important to them. However, if you follow these steps, your apology is more likely to be successful. Now remember, if it is insincere, the other person will know! These steps will only work if you truly feel remorse, and are just unsure of how to express it.
By Pearce R Daly & moonstormer for Literotica