Drunk phone calls occasionally lead to hate fucking your ex… [MF]

I was hanging out with my old buddy, Pete. He had moved a few hours away for work and had been MIA from social gatherings for a while. The weird thing about Pete was that he was a complete and total asshole — unless you hadn’t seen him in a while. Hang out with him regularly and he was a narcissistic sociopath. Hang out with him once every few months and he was the most charismatic and altruistic dude in the world. That isn’t relevant to this story though; all that matters is that I had invited Pete to come to the city one weekend to go out on the town — I think he had just broken up with a girl and needed to get out.

Well we had a great time, good food, good drinks, met some girls. Our friend Kurt met us out and about and we wandered into a strip club for some reason and Kurt ended up making out with one of the strippers during a lap dance. It was a wild night that left us talking about sex and past experiences. Pete asked about my old FWB, Penny, and I laid out for him the shit she had put me through at the end of our fuck buddy friendship and I got pissed. Pete was pissed on my behalf as well and took out his phone and sent her some hateful text messages. Penny responded and they got into a text message tiff while I egged things on. At some point in the night as we were in the cab heading home, Pete showed me the back-and-forth and I read through things. It made me mad and I grabbed Penny’s number from his phone and started to message her hateful messages from my phone. (Obviously, I had deleted her number at some point.)

Penny and I angrily messaged each other for a while, probably until I passed out later that night when we all got back to my place to crash. The next morning I saw what I had done, felt incredibly guilt and immature, and reached out to apologize. She was understandably upset and I agreed to finally talk to her face-to-face about things again. I hadn’t seen her in a few months since my sister’s wedding and I realized we needed to talk things out again — this time without booze or sex involved.

The next night she came over to my place and we sat in the living room and talked for a while. Surprisingly, my roommates — a couple — came home much earlier than expected and interrupted our privacy. I invited Penny up to my room to finish the conversation and one thing led to another — we were making out on my bed.

Something about Penny’s presence just turned me on. I guess that years of having incredible sex and chemistry doesn’t just disappear because you are pissed off at each other. We went quickly from kissing to stripping each other down, to laying nude in my bed.

There is something invigorating about hate sex that makes it even better. I remember manhandling Penny in a way I normally wouldn’t have. When I wanted to eat her pussy I didn’t gently kiss my way down her chest and stomach. I pulled her legs apart, spit on her pussy, and began to lap it up like a dog.

When I wanted to fuck her I didn’t kiss her first and make her at ease. I told her to suck my cock to get it wet and fucked her face first. Then I pulled her to me, spit on her slit again, and shoved myself inside.

Each time I wanted her in a new position I would pick her up and put her exactly where I wanted her. If I wanted her from behind I would put her in her place as I fucked the way I wanted to. When I wanted to make her cum I would slip my fingers into her and finger fuck her until she cried out in lust.

We had sex three times in forty-five minutes — though the last time I didn’t actually cum. She said something shitty and hateful — which I probably deserved — and I stopped fucking her and asked her to leave. She started to cry and apologized to me and we talked for a few more minutes while I got dressed. She continued to try to entice me to join her in the bed again by rubbing her pussy and fingering herself. She told me she was still in love with me — and had been for years — and that she was only being mean because she felt like I rejected her. That pissed me off even more and I demanded that she leave.

I thought that would be the last time I saw her, but it wasn’t. We had a few more angry midnight hookups every once in a while after that. I would delete her number to avoid it, but inevitably I would find it again and call her up and we would angry fuck until we got into a fight about something petty and then move on for a few weeks or months. In regard to these stories I will bring her name up twice more — once as an amusing aside and once as the final epic encounter I had with Penny the night of my 30th birthday.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/n931yv/drunk_phone_calls_occasionally_lead_to_hate