The time [M]y ex [F] moved cross country and seduced me out of a relationship

This happened a couple of years ago. Some minor details have been altered to protect the innocent and guilty. I’m not proud of my actions, but that summer was the hottest and most lust-driven I’ve ever had, and I still think about it. I will be keeping dialogue sparse and paraphrased because unlike seemingly a lot of the people who write here, I don’t have total recall. I will **bold when the sexy stuff happens** for those who don’t like build and backstory.

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I dated Jess for two years while we both attended art school on the East Coast. We both played music, and our musical collabs quickly turned sexual, and eventually romantic. She was a tall (5’10) brunette with almond shaped amber eyes, rosy cheeks and a cute pointed nose. She skinny and curvy with pretty little breasts, and a magnificent ass that filled out some delicious thighs. She had a very sexual energy. There’s always a flirtatious fire-y look in her eye, and she had lots of casual sex before we became a bit more serious. She and I explored kink and BDSM together. She was very good at playing the innocent sub seductress. It drove me crazy. In short, 10/10 sex life.

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Our plan was to move to the West Coast after we graduated school to focus on our band. The summer after graduating was pretty rocky between us (both our faults), and about two weeks before we were supposed to move, she decided to end the relationship and not move. I was quite devastated. However, I decided to still move across the country with my best friend, who was already part of the plan to move with us.

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Settling into life on the other side of the country is rough, especially when you’re bemoaning the sudden end of a relationship. Even more so in the age of social media and texting, when neither of us really had the wherewithall to commit to 100% cutting off all contact with each other. Through all that, I began to put my life together, got a fun job at a hip movie theater, formed a band with my friend and started playing shows. I was able to distract myself from Jess with a fling or two, as I anxiously awaited to hear the scoop from her about her flings. This transitioned almost seamlessly into sexting from time to time. It felt so harmless, she was on her coast and I was on mine.

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I was sleeping with a coworker of mine, and something might have been developing between us. Abby’s a short blonde, cute freckles and a very curvy body. Very different look all around from Jess. A nice change of pace. Abby was way less sexually experienced and confident, and I optimistically chalked our lower sexual chemistry to just needing time to develop. Due to several hang ups of her own that I don’t need to get into, as well as my own obvious ones, she refused to ever label us as “dating”, despite the fact we slept at each other’s house 3 nights a week and regularly hung out just the two of us. It was a remarkably confusing time, but I honestly was enamored with her wit, her looks, and truly enjoyed spending time with her. I told as much Jess one day over Messenger when we were catching up. She said she was very happy for me.

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About a month later, Jess reveals to me that she has decided that she is going to be moving to the same West Coast city that I am in, that we had originally planned on moving to together. I’ve heard her talk about maybe doing it over the months, but she has now set her mind on it. She tells me she was just finally tired of the city she grew up in, and she was jealous of all the exciting things that were happening for me and my band over here and figured that it was time for her to finally check it out herself. I was very excited to hear she was moving over. Maybe a bit too excited for Abby’s taste. Abby could see right through my act of how Over Her I claimed to be. The scattered stories I had shared with Abby about my time with Jess painted a very chaotic, sexually-charged nightmare that naturally made Abby fear her arrival into our lives. Nonetheless, we continued to “Not Date” each other as I assured her that I was Absolutely Over Her, and continued to provide her with the best dick she’s had in her life.

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Three months after that, I’m picking up Jess from the airport. The moment I lay eyes on her and she throws me her bright smile, I knew I was in serious trouble. My cock literally can’t be soft around her. Fuck. She gets in the car, we hug over the cup holders. We both play it cool, and conversation is shockingly natural. The apartment she’s subletting isn’t available til later in the afternoon, so she comes back to my place to take a nap. She sleeps on my couch, resting on her tummy, her dress pulled tights so that I see the perfect shape of the ass that last year I took so much pleasure in claiming for my own. I use all my restraint to not climb into the couch with her. Eventually we part ways, I meet up with Abby, let her know how Totally Fine I Felt, and plowed the everloving hell out of her.

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The months move forward. Jess is quite consciously and naturally working her way into my group of friends. It’s only so natural given that we’re both musicians and spend most of our nights out at shows. Half the time I spent with her happened on accident, we just kept bumping into each other. The other half was planned. Just as friends. We both maintained that we weren’t going to cross any boundaries, and we were Stritctly Platonic. This raised even greater concern to Abby, as I refused to acknowledge how totally weirdly I was behaving, and refused to acknowledge how it might make her feel. In my head, I thought I was innocent. Abby and I Weren’t Dating after all. It doesn’t matter how much each of us clearly cared about each other’s feelings. We Weren’t Dating. (I know this all so confusing. Don’t worry, it’s gonna get sexy soon) She started to grow a bit more distant. She refused to go out to shows with me since there was a high chance Jess might be there. And I was really bad at hiding when I was staring at Jess. Idiot. Jackass. Pervert. All the while, she called on me when she wanted a fellow for the night.

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**The Night We Collided**

At last, my favorite band ever was coming into town to play at a big venue. Abby doesn’t want to go. Jess, however, would love to. I pick Jess up an she is wearing the same short leather skirt that she wore 3 years prior when I first saw her at a party and realized she was a sex goddess. I had told her in the past about what that skirt does to me. She knew exactly what she was doing.

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We go downtown to the venue, and we should have figured but the show was completely sold out. Somehow we weren’t too bothered by that. She asks if I want to grab a drink. My head starts spinning. I tell her that I might be down to later tonight, but I have to take care of some things. I knew in that moment that it was inevitable that I was going to fuck her that night. But some part of me felt too guilty to cheat on Abby (even though we Weren’t Dating)…so I felt like I had to officially end things with her. I message Abby and tell her that we need to talk. Abby’s prepared for the worst.

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I’ll spare you the details of the conversation, but it was difficult and exhausting and shitty and she had several choice names for me. It’s obvious in retrospect how much we cared about each other and how deep down we both wanted this to work out. But I was at this point a Lust Zombie with one goal and I needed to do shitty things to do it. Pretty much as soon as I got home, I text Jess and ask her if she wants to get that drink. She does. Half an hour later, I meet up with her a few blocks from the bar. She has that damn smile on her face, and in her eyes. She asks me how I am. I told her I broke up with Abby. She doesn’t seem upset by this news, she asks what happened. I look her dead in the eyes, and with a gravely serious tone I tell her it’s because I want to fuck her. She looks back at me. I can tell when she gets in her submissive mode. Her eyes soften a bit, and breathily she tells me,

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**”Good. Because I want to fuck you too.”**

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I clear the two feet between us in the blink of an eye and begin to sloppily and passionately make out with her in the middle of the street. I push her up against a fence and start feeling all the gentle curves of her body that for months I had seen and craved, but not touched. She responds with equal fervor. We break for a second and stare at each other, an inch apart, fueled by animal magnetism. We decide we still want that drink.

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We keep our time in the bar brief. I am not a drinker, I very rarely drink. I pounded down a shot rather quickly with her. We soak in the seedy atmosphere of the dive, and our raw potential energy for a minute, pound down another shot, and make my way back to my apartment. It’s a fifteen minute walk, and we can’t make it a full block without stopping to make out or touch each other.

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I walk into my apartment and my roommates are both confused and unsurprised as I walk right past them with Jess and slam my bedroom door shut. We make out, standing in the middle of the room, when I reach behind her, grab a fistful of hair, and tug. I gently slap her face a few times, I tell her as punishment for being such a wretched tease for the last month. She moans. She always loved getting slapped. She apologizes and asks what she can do to make it up to me. I lay down in my bed. I don’t say a word. She crawls up between my legs, and begins to undo my pants.

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“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say

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She leans right up to my ear and whispers, “I was told once I’m the embodiment of sex”. She was also so cocky, but it worked on her. I don’t doubt someone had told her that in her many encounters. She takes a gentle nibble of my ear lobe as finally gets my pants off. At last, her small, dainty hand is on my cock and stroking. She expertly brings her head down and starts to suck my cock. I’ve had yearning dreams about her blowjobs since she left me, and here I am, getting one. She always took pride in her cocksucking abilities, and I think she was really trying to prove something tonight. She arched her back, sticking her ass up high in the air.

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“Best you missed this view”, she said through her shallow breath, before muting herself again on my cock.

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“Oh my god, I did”. I did. It was better than I had remembered.

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She took her time down there, patiently pleasuring me, not daring to do anything without my permission. We had so naturally fallen into our old roles. I pull her by her hair from my cock, a line of saliva connecting it to her thin but sly lips. I throw her hard onto the bed, and pin her head down onto a pillow as I begin wrestling her jeans off of her. I smack her ass as loudly as I can, repeatedly, letting her scream into the pillow. I turn her around so she’s facing me. Her whole face is flushed and she has a glazed look in her eyes. I need to fuck her. I have to feel her pussy.

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I finally take her shirt off (I still don’t know how it took me so long) and take a moment to gaze her body. She’s only gotten more toned since I’ve last seen her. She loves my gaze, its possessive nature. In moments like these, she knows that her body belongs to me. She spreads her legs and I get in between them. I grab a handful of each of her thighs. They are so soft, thick yet contained. And the closer to her pussy, the softer it gets. I put a finger in. It’s hot and wet and so tight it almost feels like I can’t get any farther. I had never realized that some pussies are just tighter than others, but all I could think about was that this was by far the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt and I just didn’t realize it when we were first dating. I get impatient and pull my finger out, grab a condom, and just plunge my cock in. Her beautiful eyes grow super wide and her mouth opens as she looks at me. We’ve both wanted this for so long. She had me and I had her.

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I go from 0-100 fast. I have no self-control. I start plowing her like my life depended on it. I missed her moans. She always had the sexiest, most feminine moans. Like, high pitched and breathy, but not squealing. I missed pinning her dainty, tiny wrists to the mattress, rendering her totally helpless as I had my way with her. So that’s exactly what I did. I brought both of her legs over my shoulders and began to nibble at her thighs as I plunged as deep as I could. This set her off, and soon her orgasm completely overtook her whole body. I take it slow as I feel her pussy ripple around my cock.

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I pull out of her, and throw her onto her stomach. She knows what that means, and assumes the position. I fuck her doggy style, my favorite position. I can never last long in it; the view you get just as such a dominant energy to it, especially when they aren’t supporting themselves by their elbows and their torsos are helplessley splayed out on the bed, their ass proudly sticking up, presenting itself to you. I really can’t hold on for long when I’m given an opportunity to dominate a beautiful woman in such a way. So I give it one final thrust, and cum inside her (condoms on).

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With as good as I felt during all that, I felt an immedaite sense of guilt and self-loathing immediately after that. Our pillow talk is brief afterwards and I quickly drop her off. Next morning, we talk and I tell her that as awful as I felt for everything I did, that that was mind-blowing sex. She was relieved to hear that I felt the same way as her as she was hoping we could keep banging.

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And through that summer, we kept bumping into each other, and having mindless, dirty, kinky sex. And we started Dating, and broke up, and started dating, then fuck buddies, then hated each other, then had hate sex, et cetera et cetera till we were truly sick of each other and got us completely out of each other’s systems. And at last we broke contact and managed to keep it that way.

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I ended up crawling back to Abby with my tail between my legs. Now longer intoxicated by Jess, I realized how fucking screwy I was to her, and mustered the deepest apology I could. Over time, she grew to accept that apology. We’ve been happily dating for 3 years now. Jess eventually moved back to The East Coast, and this whole saga of my life feels like a dream I once had. But I revist these memories often. I can say finally with confidence that I am totally over Jess emotionally. But I can never deny what she’s capable of making me feel.

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