I think this was maybe two years ago in October. It gets cold around then in Colorado. I was a pretty big smoker back then— mostly of spliffs, weed and tobacco for the uninitiated or squares.
There was a loser ex boyfriend. He never really showed up much in the way a boyfriend should and after about a year of it I’d had enough. His name was Jade which is pretty unusual for a man, but he was tall, skinny, and pretty heavily tattooed— quite the stoner. A winning type for sure.
I should describe myself too. I’m about 5’6, black hair, solid build from a lot of yoga and running. Average bust, toned ass— I’m proud of that one. I don’t have tattoos but I always thought they were hot. Hence, Jade.
Tonight he was supposed to swing by and pick up the rest of his stuff which I’d packed neatly in a box. I should have just left it on the porch, but I guess I was looking for an fight because I sat out on my shitty plastic lawn chair waiting for him to come by. It was already 6pm, and the evening was just getting darker and colder. I lit up a joint, mentally loading up ammunition for a blowout argument. I exhaled and the smoke mingled with the dingy porch light as I waited, trying to look cool and collected, for his car.
The thing about Jade is that our sex was always bad. It was over quick and left me pretty frustrated. He was one of those guys who was packing a solid eight inches and tapped out quick. It was actually a pretty big problem in our relationship and eventually we just stopped having sex before the breakup.
Then suddenly, around the corner came his beater red Subaru in typical Colorado fashion. I guess I still loved him or something like that because I struggled to let out a “Hey.”
“Hey.” He said back through the cold. “Mind if I hit that?”
Fuck it, I decided, might as well really get into it with him. Why else was I standing out here? We argued about who knows what for a few minutes, passing the joint. But somehow the joint expired and there we were standing there, glaring angrily at one another.
“Wanna roll another one?” I was pissed.
“Fuck it.” He said, and so we stepped inside. Not five seconds after the door closed I felt him holding me from behind and let out a little yelp partially in surprise but also anger.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I spun back to look at him.
“Nothing, Mira, just cold.”
“Fuck you.”
“I know we’re done. More than done. What about one last time before we never speak again.”
“One last 30 seconds?”
“Whatever…” And he started to pull away but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t stoned and horny so I turned to face him and pulled him back close.
His hands were all over me immediately, exploring the curve of my hips and tugging at the zipper on my jacket. I wasted no time in pulling off his hoodie, exposing two beautiful arms covered in ink.
My coat was a distant memory, and he was picking me up and throwing me roughly on the bed. *That* was new. I could feel my cheeks flushing and him getting hard through his jeans as he pressed close.
“God… Where the fuck has this been the past year?” I mocked him.
“I don’t want to hear it, Mira.”
I started saying something else but his hand was on my neck, gently squeezing and I was fucking loving it.
I bit my lip as he dragged my leggings down with his other hand and stuck a finger in me, slowly pushing deeper. Gasping I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. Maybe I shouldn’t break up with him yet, I thought, but everything in my head quickly turned to mush as he kissed down my neck.
“Oh fuck…” I was pushing my hips back on his finger as he pinned one arm over my head. Our sex had been exclusively frustrating before but this time, I was loving it. He’d lightly circle my clit, before pushing back in with his fingers, all the while keeping me pushed down to the bed.
I moaned his name and he responded by lifting my tee shirt and massaging my tits gently. He tweaked my nipples under my bra a little bit harder than I would have liked but it didn’t matter. It was the most turned on I’d been in a long time. I felt that familiar rush of an orgasm within sight when he just… stopped.
My eyes flicked open and I saw him above me, just grinning a stupid grin. “We’d better roll up that joint huh?”
Squirming beneath him, I knew he was teasing me—and it was working. “No just— no keep going, Jade. Please. Please.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes fuck the joint, don’t stop.”
He said nothing and plunged two fingers into me, and I rolled back with relief.
“Don’t stop what?” He stopped again, taunting me.
“Don’t stop… please.” I moaned into him. I could feel him getting harder and harder under the rough denim and used my free hand to reach down into his jeans, grasping his dick lightly.
Now it was his turn to moan. I felt the pressure on me lighten up and I took the chance to start tearing at his jeans. His dick sprung forward eagerly and I pushed him off me, before taking it my mouth.
“Jesus, Mira…”
Determined not to make this another 30 second disaster, I took all the time in the world to look up at him as I kissed the head softly. I felt his hand firmly behind my head, “go slow…” and I did. Have you ever heard someone say they ‘worshipped that dick?’ well I’ve heard it. And thats exactly what I did. As retribution for teasing me earlier, I licked up and down the shaft, to his obvious frustration. Men can have so little patience.
“God just…”
And as he said it I sank my mouth down, slowly taking as much as I could. His head rolled back and I looked with delight to see his features soften. There’s something special about watching a man completely fall apart during sex. I enjoy the power in seeing them helpless, unable to do anything but accept pleasure. His grip on my hair lightened, and I watched his eyes lose focus as he grunted.
So I took extra care, taking my time bobbing up and down, as slow as I could bear. I could feel myself dripping, I needed him in me soon. But first… He was moaning loudly, something I’d never seen him do.
“Mira, I’m gonna cum you have to stop.”
I started picking up the pace, feeling spit leaking down my jaw.
“No seriously… I”
And before he could say anything else I slammed my head down. He gasped as he unloaded in my mouth. It was a lot. I remember that quite well. I struggled a bit but swallowed it all eagerly, grinning up at him.
“Why did you do that?” He was mad.
“No reason.”
“You didn’t cum!”
“Wasn’t gonna happen anyway.”
He’s pissed. Who cares.
I started pulling my panties up but he grabbed my hand angrily and pulled them all the way off, tossing them, along with my leggings to the side. I’d never seen this before either.
“What are you doing, Jade.”
“Fucking you.”
“Yeah right.” I rolled my eyes and reached for my panties.
I thought we were done. I thought I’d made my point, but evidently he had a point to make too. Because he flipped me over on the side of the bed. *I* was shocked, and *he* was ripping my bra off.
I don’t know what happened to Jade, as this was the final, and by far best sex we ever had.
He smacked my ass (never happened before), hard. I yelped and that’s when things get hazy. “I’ll see you around Mira.” He spat, and thrusted into me with one clean motion. It hurt a lot but goddamn he felt good. I made sure to tell him so (quite a few times) and he must have liked it because he built up a steady rhythm. It lasted ten minutes or so, just the sound of me moaning softly complimenting the oeuvre of naked skin slapping together. Every so often he’d deliver a painful smack and I’d cry out with satisfaction.
If love making is a thing, this wasn’t it. There was pure hatred, annoyance, and a year of anger with each stroke. Some of it hurt, but I didn’t care. He’d never even come close to fucking me like this. I could feel myself clenching on his dick and building up closer and closer to an unimaginable release.
We weren’t just fucking, we were communicating for maybe the only time ever.
Jade stopped his relentless assault on my pussy. “You come yet?”
“No.” I said, annoyed at him for stopping.
“Good.” He forced me on my knees, my head in the pillow, my ass up in the air like a prize, and slammed back into me with a new vigor. I gasped, unable to control the shivers it sent through my body. He pulled my hair back with a sharp tug, using me like I was nothing. I loved it.
“You like that, slut?” He was mad about the blow job and probably a lot of other things. He spanked me and I screamed in delight. Hopefully the neighbors weren’t home.
I couldn’t even say anything. Really I couldn’t. What is there to say?
“Are you close again, Jade?” I asked him.
He responded by pulling my hair painfully, forcing my ass towards him.
“Please, Jade, baby fill me one more time. Please I need you to.” I was begging him. God I wanted him so bad. Every stroke was overwhelming.
“You don’t deserve shit.”
“I swear baby I need it. Just one more time. You feel so good, baby.”
It was like I’d ignited the last bit of passion either of us had left for each other because a few seconds later I was cumming so hard I had to close my eyes. I wish I was facing him so I could have seen that triumph I knew he felt. Light was too much to bear, as relief washed over me and I came all over his cock. I could just barely hear him groan as he emptied whatever he had left in my pussy. Dripping and panting, I rolled to the side, spent.
We didn’t cuddle afterwards. There was nothing sweet said. We both dressed quickly. He took his box of things, disappearing into the October night, and I never spoke to him again. If all of our sex was like that maybe I would have stuck around longer- hah.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11oz9x1/fm_my_last_and_only_good_sex_with_my_garbage_ex