#3026: Lviv, Ukraine
Original photo: @dreammcollage
After three harrowing years serving as a soldier in Ukraine’s war, Ondryi finally returns home to Halina, the woman who waited and hoped through every silence. Now reunited, their love becomes not only a celebration of survival but also an intimate healing of scars—physical and emotional—through touch, closeness, and devotion.
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Halina moved through the kitchen with practiced ease, preparing a dinner unlike any other. Though the official celebration had happened when the war was won, this was different. This was hers. A private joy. Ondryi—the man she had loved, waited for, feared for—was finally coming home. Alive. Whole. Hers again.
She knew she was lucky. Too many times, she'd seen others lose loved ones—neighbors, friends, strangers. Death had loomed constantly, never far. During the darkest days, when there was no message, no connection, she had tormented herself with images of Ondryi dying far away. But now, the silence was broken, the distance gone. He was returning, and her love alone would be enough to help him begin to heal.
With a tender kind of urgency, she made all the foods he had missed. It wasn’t about nutrition; it was love. Hot, fresh, made by her hands—something no ration could replace. In her homeland, food was a language, and this was how she spoke it.
She didn’t know the exact moment he would arrive, so she filled the hours with cleaning, organizing, and making sure every detail of their home felt warm, soft, and safe. Though she knew they would need nothing but each other once reunited, she wanted their space to reflect peace. A contrast to the years he spent at war.
Finally, when everything was ready, she stood at the window, looking out at the streets still draped in flags, watching children play without fear. Then, the moment came. The doorbell rang, and she ran to open it.
There he stood—Ondryi, alive. Her heart stuttered as tears welled in her eyes. She pulled him into her arms, overwhelmed by the reality that the man she had only dared to imagine in dreams was now here, real and solid in her embrace. She clung to him tightly, as if letting go would somehow make him vanish again. But he didn’t vanish. He was here. He was home.
They held each other at the threshold for what felt like forever. No words were needed. Their eyes searched each other’s faces, memorizing anew what had changed and what had stayed the same. The pain and longing that had built up over years poured out in kisses and gasps, making space for joy.
Eventually, they stepped inside, still tethered to each other by every brush of skin and glance of the eye. Ondryi removed his boots and gear. His uniform made him look distant, like a figure from another world, and for a moment, Halina imagined he had just returned from work. She silently vowed that he would never leave her again.
They sat at the table, the space between them warm and full. She watched him eat with reverence, her eyes soaking up the way he moved, the way his shoulders looked without tension. There were no words, just the quiet joy of sharing a meal and reclaiming a sense of normalcy. Her heart beat steadily, full only for him.
Eventually, food was forgotten. Their hands found one another again. They touched, kissed, and leaned into the comfort of skin against skin. Years apart had starved them of even the simplest intimacy. They needed to make up for it, and they would—completely.
They moved to the bedroom, hunger and longing in every motion. Halina wore only a thin dress, and Ondryi still had on his uniform. She began undressing him, determined to shed the symbols of war from his body. His shirt came off, revealing a map of scars—some old and faded, others still pink and fresh. Her heart clenched at the sight. The past would never fully leave them, but she could still love him through it. Love him because of it.
She guided him onto the bed and told him to let her take care of him. He lay back, trusting her completely. She leaned over him and began to kiss each scar with reverence—first the one beneath his eye, then the one at his collarbone. Her lips moved slowly, tracing every mark with affection, her presence whispering that he was still whole, still cherished. He watched her with glassy eyes, overwhelmed by her acceptance.
Her kisses continued downward, across his stomach, lingering just above the waistband of his pants. His body reacted to her instinctively, drawn toward her warmth after so long without it. She undid his pants and helped him out of them, while quickly shedding her own dress, revealing herself fully.
His eyes roamed her body with the hunger of a man long denied. She placed her hand on his erection and began to stroke him slowly, watching him tremble at her touch. He had waited so long, craved her for so many nights, that he nearly unraveled at her first motion. His cock pulsed, leaking with need, and it took only moments before he came in her palm, spilling onto himself. He looked momentarily shy, but she smiled, soothing him with silent affection. It was natural. It had been too long.
She leaned down and began to clean him with her tongue, savoring the taste and closeness. Her warm breath teased his sensitive skin, and she adored the way his eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by sensation. She licked him again, then took him fully into her mouth, slowly building rhythm and pressure. Her lips, her mouth, her heat—everything worked to bring him back into his body, into their shared moment.
He grabbed at the sheets as she sucked him deeply, her eyes locked onto his. He was lost in her, helpless in the most beautiful way. This time, he lasted longer, but not long enough for her. She swallowed him again when he came, her throat moving around the rush of him.
Still, he wasn’t finished—and neither was she.
Halina straddled him, grinding her soaked pussy against his cock. Her eyes fluttered at the familiar sensation of him against her. No toy, no memory, no fantasy could compare. She guided him inside her, the stretch perfect, filling her with the heat she’d missed for too long.
She rode him slowly at first, savoring every thrust, every inch. He filled her just right—as though they were made for each other. Pleasure built between them, bodies meeting and pressing again and again. Time blurred. It felt like the beginning, like they had never been apart.
When her orgasm took over, it hit her hard. She collapsed onto his chest with tears slipping down her cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, stroking her hair in soft circles.
He was home. He was hers.
And nothing would ever separate them again.