*I got some PMs asking about what happened after, so I thought I’d follow up. I did change names for the story, but everything else is what it was.*
In the last post, I detail that Ewan and I were in a relatively volatile non-relationship, and I had slept with Dave after feeling undesired and lied to.
After sleeping with Dave, I felt guilty, but I wasn’t sure how to tell Ewan what I’d done. We weren’t exclusive and we weren’t dating, but I still felt guilty and I knew he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else at the time. In some way, given his history of hiding things from me, I felt like my lie was justified.
I quickly realised I was setting myself up for something unhealthy with Ewan, and I called it off. We stopped talking, he cried, I cried, and that was it. He drunk texts me sometimes, and it was more of a sad ending than a happy one.
*****
I went out for a concert with my friends two weeks later, when I got a text from Dave. “Missing your pussy around my cock.”