It had been ending for a year. Ever since we decided we could make a long distance relationship work. We couldn’t. Our face timing got shorter, our texts were spaced farther and farther apart, and I was almost positive she had started to fuck some dude she worked with at her restaurant. We had begun to fight a lot. Little snippy passive aggressive bullshit here and there, but then once or twice a week I’d randomly get a snap from her with a her finger in her pussy “come fuck me daddy.” I don’t know. It’s hard to end a relationship, even when it’s already ended and you both just need to accept it.We decided we needed a trip. Like the kind we’d take when we first started dating- something fun, out of town, a little boujie. We told each other we’d connect. Fuck like we use to fuck. Strip off all the grimy bullshit that accumulates on relationships that have grown stagnant.
Author: humbang81
I [M] Fucked My Server [F] And Fell In Love With Her: Part II
I was in town and had a couple of hours off. She texted me. “Come fuck me, daddy.”
So I did.
She told me she was smooth for me. Sent me pictures to prove it. She told me she had her collar on and sent me another picture. Texted me that she wanted it rough. Wanted to be treated like a slut. That she had laid out her ball-gag, her glass dildo, her blindfold. “Pretend you hate me,” she wrote me.
I walked in and she was naked except for a tiny cotton thong. Barefoot. Smooth. Her hair up and her collar on. She looked up at me and then down at her feet. Toenails painted black. She swayed back and forth like she was listening to a song only she could hear. I love her tan lines. Sometimes I just want to stare at her. Watch her move. I’ve stared at her lithe, brown, little body as she’s gotten ready for work, or class after she’s wiped my cum off of her. Perfectly comfortable in her nakedness. Perfectly comfortable with the bruises she asked for, and I had left, on her ass. Her thighs. Her tits.
I didn’t say a word and neither did she. I grabbed her and pulled her in tight. “I’ve missed you daddy,” she whined. She had set the leash on her little college apartment table. I hooked it through her collar and she instinctively dropped to her hands and knees and began crawling towards her bed- head down, ass up. Such a good little girl.
I [M] Fucked My Server [F] Then Fell In Love With Her
Maybe you can be the right person for the right person but it’s the wrong time? It doesn’t matter now. We promised not to talk to each other again. We’ve blocked each other’s iMessages, and instagrams, and WhatsApps messages, and emails (did you even know you could do that? block an email?).
Mutual Assured Relationship Destruction.
I’ve tried to forget her address so I don’t send postcards or letters when I visit places or memories we shared. I didn’t send her postcards from Spokane, or Portland, or Boise last summer. I didn’t text her when a band we had seen in a dive bar in Wyoming was playing at my hotel in Austin two weeks ago.
I’ve stopped googling her.
Mostly.
I’ve stopped looking through the gone wild posts she made for me right after we met.
Mostly.