Sex with an ex
So I've loved this one man passionately for the greater part of . From the moment I first saw him, I knew that I had to have him. Unfortunately he had a girlfriend but as we soon realised, both of us just wanted to have each other. Not even in a I-want-to-date-you way. We just wanted to fuck. We flirted, I sent him a text that ended with 'I'll let you fuck me like a stallion fucks a shetland pony'. We had a ragingly passionate love affair. We texted, we met, we fucked and I went back to my university residence and he went back home to his girlfriend.
Then he broke up with her and we dated for six months, a stormy relationship and eventually I broke it off and he moved away.
We didn't speak for a really long time. I felt like I had lost a part of me.
Then he texted me and we decided that it was necessary for a visit. So I threw a party and he was going to come. In more ways than one.
He arrived on my doorstep and there was a lot of hugging and 'its so good to see you again!'
Then he hugged me and hopped me onto his hips. I leaned down to kiss him and instantly the fire was re-ignited. He threw me on the bed, so hard I bounced a little. Stretching the full length of his slender tattooed body across mine. It was insistent. It was rough. Desperately clawing at clothes, yanking down panties and underwear and insistent, all-consuming, enveloping kissing and touching. He stroked the length of my body, shoved his fingers into my waiting pussy, licked my nipples and tongued my clit and eventually, fucking at last, pushing himself roughly inside me with such hot intensity that it made me gasp. It was something we'd both wanted, both been waiting for. We were all over each other, it was hot and beautiful and amazing.
He flipped me over and slid a hand between my legs as he pulled on my necklace, the chain choking me, cutting into my flesh, stopping my breathing and enhancing all pleasure.
All I had wanted was to have sex with this man again and he delivered, so much more than I expected.