Taking Ashley [mf] [trigger warning?] [rough]

The second story I’ve posted. I thought keeping a raw, sort of “journal-esque” tone was more powerful than a grammatically-perfect, structured essay. My DMs are always open for feedback. Thank you for reading!

He was my best guy friend in the world since 2013. He married my best girl friend in 2016. The boy I had dated since 2010 was his man of honor. Absolutely perfect, right? His new wife, and my long-time boyfriend admitted a year into the marriage that they had been having an affair the entire time. Cue major depression, and us leaning on each other like never before. When I go through heartbreak, allll my emotions turn off. My best friend is the opposite, allll his feelings turn all the way up to 100. So, we’re spending all this time together being sad and trying to be okay. He “falls in love with me” right? So whatever, eventually things calm down and we’re back to the regular schedule of weekly game nights and almost daily phone calls but not like spending nights crying together anymore right? We both have long term sobriety.

Ashley & Kenzie (true story)

This occurred in January, 2021, at the apartment I shared with my then-boyfriend. Kenzie and I have been close friends since 2013, but had only ever made out at bars. I hope you enjoy! This is the first story I’ve shared publicly. Feedback is welcome and DMs are open.

With one last kiss -right on her swollen clit- I pull away, leaving red marks behind as I release her legs, and remove myself from between her thighs. In little breathy gasps, she lifelessly whispers, “thank you…thank you.” She continues to writhe with her legs limp in the air, as I clench my fist around the center waist of her jeans, stretched just above her knees. I notice her taupe allover lace panties, still tucked inside her jeans, as I yank them further down her calves. My other hand gropes her still-heaving breast, kneading her and occasionally letting her feel the pinch of my fingernails. Every part of Kenzie’s beautiful body looked and felt like a replica of the first girl I loved.