Posting here for the first time. I’ve had a bit of a wild ride in terms of relationships. Not wild in the sense that I’ve been with a ton of women, but wild in the sense that I didn’t expect my life to turn out in the way that it did. I’ve had my share of experiences now, but it all kind of started with one girl. The one who wasn’t right for me…
We tried our best, met young, both wanted a long-term story, and pushed aside other temptations to be with each other. Took our time, took the right steps, but somehow things just didn’t ever match up. A lot of time was spent on this stage, trying to get things to match up, and in retrospect, I should have been more honest with myself, and her with herself. But regardless of the conflicts, there was a strong attraction that lived under the surface of all the incompatibilities.
Time just kept pushing us away, the divide growing bigger, the chasm deeper, the realization that we’d never be able to be “that thing” to the other and it was so painfully clear that things should have ended long ago. And yet we had kept hanging onto that little fleeting thread, either because we wanted something good, or cause we just couldn’t get enough of each other regardless of the pain.
We’d been together for years, knew each other all too well, and yet never completely accepted who we were. Our separation drove us mad. We knew going our separate ways was the best, and yet teased each other with the thought of something more, tortured our desire with memories from the past and hope in the present which was suddenly motivated by our sudden absence from one another even though we knew so well that being together was toxic.
The last time we met up it had been several months since we’d called it quits. We both knew it was over but we were in a “trial separation” to see what the next steps would be. We’d hinted at our desire with texts over the past days but never really committed to it that night. She wanted to impress me and I wanted to be available to her but of course that night her phone died. She’d walked half a kilometer to my place in the evening only to find herself at the foot of my building with no code to enter, no number to call, no battery in her phone. Determined, she walked back to the delivery restaurant she’d passed on the way and asked to plug her phone in.
I was sure by that time that she wasn’t coming. A cold shoulder after a rise in the tension of absence between us.
But then my phone pinged and she asked for my building’s code, was I still up? Could she still come? That her phone had died and she was just down the street.
Of course, with hope renewed, I said yes and in 10 minutes she was there, somehow sexier and more available than she’d ever been all those years.
We kissed in the entryway, hunger enveloping us and temporarily making us forget all the misunderstandings and arguments we’d experienced during the life we shared together.
Her hand slipped under my t-shirt and up onto my chest, her fingernails grasping at my muscles.
We stumbled into the living room and I let her fall onto the cheap couch that we’d been given by mutual friends when we’d rented the apartment together. She smelled fresh with a light perfume, but also warm and heavy with desire.
Eyes locked, our hands worked together to strip her naked and she lay there, looking up invitingly towards me. Her sex was trimmed short between her legs and the lips between her legs shaved smooth and soft with a scent of a massage oil I recognized but that seemed far away. It awakened something inside of me, a feeling of want, but also of sad hope, something that could have been but that wasn’t. This was soon overpowered by the overwhelming desire in the room and my face found itself between her spread legs.
The warmth of her soft thighs and scent of her smooth skin, a blend of warm essential oils, sent me over the edge and I plunged into her waiting sex. Her lips were soft and wet against my face after their long walk to get to me and I don’t know how long I stayed there but I could hear her moans and feel her movement against me for a long moment. My hands found her large, soft breasts as I continued to focus on her pleasure which was clearly starting to overflow their normal boundaries…
She was sweet to my taste, the oil she’d applied enveloping me in a sea of soft scents and flavors under my eager tongue. Sooner than I expected she was twisting and turning under my caresses and she cried out with the first oral orgasm we’d ever experienced together.
That was maybe the hardest moment for me. Seeing just how passionate and intense we could be and knowing that we hadn’t lived that before, and we wouldn’t in the future. But I pushed these thoughts aside and continued, my tongue sliding between the lips of her sex, pushing her orgasm to its limit, feeling her body tremble and shiver beneath me, her hand behind my head pulling me hard between her legs.
As her contractions subsided and her body relaxed, her eyes, which had been clenched closed, opened and focused on mine again. They guided me up away from her sex and her hands found mine, already full and semi-hard after having felt her enjoy her moment.
It didn’t take much, just a few strokes of her fingers around my balls and a strong grip on my length and everything was quickly as firm and rigid as if we’d just started making out moments before.
She’d shyly given me oral before, but nothing more than a few seconds before turning away. This time was different. Her hands were hesitant but firm against me and they gained in confidence as she felt my body react to her touches. It wasn’t long before I felt her lips explore around the tip of my erection and my length enter her mouth.
Maybe it was the passion, maybe it was the “why the hell have I been waiting for so long,” but whatever it was, my desire suddenly found its way into her grasp like it never had before. I was already turned on by surprisingly having made her cum from my caresses and kisses and so it didn’t take me long to follow.
With her movements consistent and without hesitation, taking my erection in and out of her mouth, I didn’t even need to try to find the inspiration to ride the wave of pleasure that I suddenly did. All the muscles in my body suddenly contracted at once under her attention and I came long and hard without any barrier to stop it. She didn’t stop for a second, her mouth being filled with my release for the first time since we’d met, and yet like she wanted nothing more.
After my shudders had subsided, she pulled back and I felt that last electric jolt as my penis left her lips. Her eyes locked with mine, she swallowed and then smiled.
I’d never asked her for that, didn’t even know if I wanted that. But in the moment it was just perfect.
With work early the next day she couldn’t stay for more, but we laughed lightly and got dressed, both surprised at the intensity of what we’d just lived, and what we could have enjoyed all those years.
Sadly, but all for the best, it was the last moment we spent together. Even with the wrong person, it remains one of my most pleasurable memories.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lvosca/the_last_time_we_were_together_mf