Author: King_Slayer_49

Chapter 7: Bankrupt

We move from the bedroom back to the living room. Once again we’re passing a joint between us as cuddle up on the couch. Her arms around my neck, pulling herself into me. Her legs draped across my lap. Her small hand rubbing the back of my neck.

We finish the joint and she steps away, returning holding a board game box that has to be at least 30 years old. I can tell because the edges of the inside of the box are on their last legs. It’s time to play Hotels.

Hotels, apparently, is a knock off version of Monopoly. I’ve only played the game once before, in the very same spot I move to at her dining room table.

As previously noted, the last time we played she demolished me. As she’s explaining the rules again, I’m silently plotting my revenge. It’s absurd how internally competitive I am. Even with the smallest of things.

I tell her that she’ll need to explain things as we go. What I don’t tell her that I remember precisely how I lost the last time we played . Read more »

Chapter 5: Road Trip

I wake up on Saturday morning on my left side. For the first time in ages, I’m her Big Spoon again. The room is way too bright for my liking, so I don’t drift back to sleep. I spend time studying her breathing patter. Staring at the tattoo on her back. Counting her freckles. I don’t want to disturb her slumber. She’s just too goddamn cute, and I like having the privacy to focus on the little things I haven’t been able to experience in so long.

“Nightclubbing” by Iggy Pop is playing in the background from our playlist.

She starts to rouse out of her sleep. She turns to face me. I greet her with a smile, my eyes squinting from the brightness of the morning sun creeping through the blinds.

“Good morning mister”

“Good morning. How did you sleep?”

“Better then I have in quite a while. You’re so goddamn comfortable”.

“Hmmm. Yeah, me too. But to be fair, I was exhausted. Long day yesterday, and we used a lot of energy last night”. (My sweet guy way of saying I know I fucked your brains out last night). Read more »

Chapter 4: Challenge Accepted

D.C. Girl likes to smoke pot…Like, a lot of pot. I’m a bit more than a casual smoker, as I mostly use it as a sleep agent these days.

She is on the opposite end of the spectrum. She can function completely while she’s high, so she smokes quite a bit on a daily basis.

All of this is to say that by the time I was done freshening up after our first fuck in over a year, she’s puffing away on a joint by the time I return.

A quick time check confirms it’s 10:38 p.m.

I join her in bed, and we share the joint. We start to reminisce for the first time since I’ve arrived.

We talk about our careers, her upcoming move, the state of our respective worlds in general. She asks if I still have the playlist I made for the trip we took for her birthday when we were together. I reply that I do, and I throw it on.

We get out of bed around 11 for food, and the best option for us at this point is a frozen pizza.
As we’re waiting for that to be done, the conversation takes a more serious angle. Read more »

Chapter 3: Let Us (Finally) Fuck

After our (rather epic IMO) post orgasm kiss, I allow her to take my hand and lead me to her bedroom.

My first impression is literally nothing has changed. She’s still a minimalist, which I love. One dresser, one night stand with lamp, covered with a light green handkerchief, one twin bed (again, she’s tiny) complete with a blue comforter and two pillows.

She guides me to the bed and she sits on the edge. She lowers her head against my crotch, slowly rubbing her face against the bulge in my jeans.

“I’ve been thinking about sucking on that thick black cock of yours for more than a week. May I, please?” she asks, briefly breaking from rubbing her face on my crotch, seeking approval from me with her eyes, similar to the way Puss-in-Boots looks when he’s trying to be cute on purpose.

I lean down and I kiss her again. I pull away and stare in her wanting eyes.

“Can you?” I smugly reply.

I return to a fully standing position. She starts undoing my belt, then my zipper. She unfastens and pulls my jeans off. I remove my shirt. She removes my boxer briefs. Read more »

I feel I should preface all of this by saying the following:

– I haven’t written this much since my late teens/early 20’s. So please take that into account if you feel this is horrible.

– While I’ve been on Reddit for some time now, this is the first story I’ve ever posted involving any of my past encounters through this platform.

– This is a long retelling (8 chapters). I’ll be posting the first two this evening, but only one chapter/ day afterwards.
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Chapter 1: The Origin of Us

It’s been sixteen painstakingly long months since we broken up. We met three months into the start pandemic, and spent the following six months together. Or I should say, as together as two people who don’t live in the same city, and occasionally belonged to others in between could be.

I can only describe our time together as the prototypical sexual whirlwind. I typically would make the trip to her place on a bi-weekly basis. The highlight being a four day, three night Airbnb excursion for her birthday (if I decide to write and post here again, the retelling of this event will be the next on the hit list). Read more »