It took me ages to get over this ex because our relationship seemed to fall prey to bad timing, but I loved him deeply. He is one of the best, most thoughtful lovers I’ve had and he loved me deeply too. However, Ive had to work to get over it and accept it as the finite experience that it was. Writing about this helps me to move forward with gratitude for the love and pleasure I’ve experienced. A bit about my ex, who I’ll dub ‘Eric’ for the story: He’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, quietly confident, motivated, emotionally attuned, and overall an
impressive person. Our personalities were so different. He was rational and serious and had the spirit of a wise old man and I was free spirited and wild. But we understood each other and generally worked well together. Eric could be quite reticent with words where sex was concerned. As in, he wasn’t the type to use standard dirty talk like “call me daddy” or “you’re such a naughty girl.” we didn’t need any words to communicate our desire for each other. Often a simple glance would send us diving into bed for hours of sweaty and disorienting sex. He always knew where and how to touch me. He wasn’t particularly kinky and neither was I and we simply loved turning on and pleasuring each other. One night as he’s fucking me from behind —our favorite position— hands gripping my waist tightly as he’s plunging deep inside me, he’s persistently hitting my gspot at an angle that makes me feel like I’m going to explode all over his bed. I get nervous and look over my shoulder and tell him I’m worried that I’m going to squirt all over his bed if he keeps going like this and his eyes widen and flash with intensity. Please squirt for me, he begs, please come all over me. I’d never squirted for anyone before and I feel his rock hard dick inside me begging for the same. Unable to deny him under such pressure, I squirt all over him and explode on his bed. He’s cries out in amazement and cums deep inside of me.
He tells me it’s the hottest sex he’s ever had in his life. It is for me too. He’s soon obsessed with making me squirt and basically encourages me to destroy his expensive ass bed. We have to lay down towels every time we fuck. Ages after we break up, be tells me that he often thinks of me gushing all over him. It’s seared in his memory. Mine too. He gets tongue tied as he describes what it felt like for him. There are no words, he says.
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