[F]ucking [M]y Ex For the Last Time [F19] [M21]

I went through a pretty rough breakup a few weeks ago, and decided to move back home across several states pretty suddenly. I told my ex i was leaving, and he refused to see me or say goodbye, but I found a way to convince him, if you know what I mean ;-)

I took two trips back up before staying, and while I was moving in my first load of things, I told him how I would really like it if we could have sex one last time, especially if we could make it like the most recent fucking we had. I sent him lots of pictures and videos of me touching myself, moaning, and saying his name. I told him to send videos of himself, and directed him on exactly what to do. I made my ex, a person very concerned with cleanliness and order, who never liked to make messes in bed, cum all over his stomach, chest, and bed , take a video of it and send it to me –all from 1,200 miles away. I felt so incredibly powerful and sexy in that moment, and I wanted more.

After that, he did agree to see me one last time, even if it was just for a “conjugal visit,” if you will. I kept telling him to remember the last time we fucked while we were still together.

That time, we had ran out of condoms at my house but we both wanted it so badly he pounded me raw. It started on my bed and we somehow made it to him fucking me doggy style on my floor. He came on my back and in my hair and I kept asking him to put more fingers inside me deeper and deeper, which inexplicably turned into him fitting his whole hand inside me. Both the fisting & rawdogging had never happened before and were pretty unexpected, so needless to say, it was one of my best experiences to date.

I kept that memory in my head throughout all the packing, car tetris, and 21 hours of driving I had before I saw him for the last time. It really excited me and powered me through it all. I could feel myself getting wet every time it came to mind; I decided to not let myself cum the entire week to really build the tension, and it worked.

He was my last stop before making the long drive. I wanted to make him wait for it. I wanted to get everything I needed done, get fucked until I couldn’t stand, take a nap, and then leave on my way. Things kept coming up and I kept having to tell him to wait a little longer for me. He ended up waiting almost all day. When I finally showed up, he opened his door and without saying a word, I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs.

I took off my shoes and collapsed facedown on his bed. “Long day?” he inquired. Of course it’s been a long day, what kind of a question even is that?? “Long day, long week, long month, long year. You should know allllll about that.” He ignored my statement and offered to give me a massage. Since my entire body ached, I complied.

He took off my clothes one article at a time and I lay facedown with my ass sticking out. He commented on how nice my thighs and butt are, as he always did. He started massaging my body, and it felt amazing. He focused on those areas he had mentioned, because those hurt the absolute worst. I was getting pretty into it and he could probably see that I was wet; I know I could definitely feel it. Then he started talking about some uni project or whatever. I flipped over and kissed him for the first time in weeks. After everything he put me through, after the toxic things he taught me, after the way he dumped me, after he told me he didn’t care about my feelings or what’s happening in my life, I had absolutely no interest in hearing about his day. I wanted to fuck him like I hated him.

Because I did hate him, and I still kinda do, and I had always heard that hate-fucking is incredible. As the music set the mood just right and we were kissing and groping with passion & urgency, I left all sorts of painful marks on his body. Scratch marks, bites, hickeys, harder, darker, and deeper than I had ever given him before. This wasn’t about love anymore, we were just two animals going at each other. He finally pulled my hair and choked me, after several months of me attempting to convince him to at least try.

He spanked me until my cheeks were red, and the marks were still there a few days later. I made sure to give him the blowjob of his life and try to swallow before choking on it. He fucked me raw again this time, and the risk of getting pregnant with an EX’S baby sent me over the edge. The thought of the absolute torture of a situation like that? Fantastic. An absolute turn-on for me. I will admit that I shouted out that I loved him when I came, but he didn’t say it back. Old habits die hard, I guess. We screwed pretty much all night long, on his bed, pinned against the wall, on the floor, in his closet, bent over his desk, in front of his mirror, the list goes on.

I slept in his arms, and when the morning came I had several phone interviews and emails for my job search back home. I lay facedown on his bed again, completely naked while on a 45-minute phone interview. He crawled up behind me and licked my pussy with his face buried in my ass while I had to try my best to maintain my composure on the phone. I came while still on the call and ended up getting a job offer, too. (I hope they didn’t know!)

After the call, I got dressed and drove for the next day, eagerly awaiting the next time I could be a whore for somebody new. That still hasn’t happened yet, at least offline.

Moral of the story: maybe sex with your ex can be a good thing?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hfctez/fucking_my_ex_for_the_last_time_f19_m21