Back in college I dated this amazingly beautiful girl that I considered a 10/10. I couldn’t believe I was actually dating her and that she wanted to be with me. She was also super smart and sweet, the whole package. We never had sex because she wanted to save herself for marriage at the time, and I was totally fine with that. We dated about a year before we graduated college. Tried to do long-distance for a few months, but she ended it. I was heartbroken but figured it was probably for the best.
Fast forward several years, we had each dated other people in the meantime…I spent the summer in the city where she was living, and we decided to meet up for dinner. She ended up inviting me back to her place, one thing led to another, and we ended up having amazing sex. I had pretty much gotten over her by that point, but I’d be lying if I said I still didn’t have some feelings for her. Over the course of the next several weeks we had sex numerous times – it brought back so many memories of our time together and I can honestly say it felt like we were making love. After a few weeks of sex, she said that this was probably getting a little too intense, so we should probably only have sex one more time. So we made love one last time. I felt like I poured out all of the feelings I had had for her during that last night and it was the most amazing experience.