Would You Have Sex With Your Ex One Last Time?

0 Posted by - January 23, 2013 - Guest Socks, Wet Wednesdays [Weekly Erotica Series]

WORDS BY FARRAH BARNES

I knew I was playing myself telling him to come and meet me at the nail salon, because I was already lit up off of the two Mai Tai’s I consumed right before getting here. I wasn’t actually thinking of fucking but…

Well…wait. Yes I was.

But I knew I had to go home so it wasn’t really an option. Besides, all I truly wanted was to just lie down and sleep.

But I digress.

So he came. He walked in with this light grey, slim-cut suit on, a leather pebble grey bag, purple and grey tie knotted to perfection, with his hair cascading way past his shoulders. I looked up and felt my face get hot immediately as I glanced at my watch.

“I know…I’m four minutes late.”

Right.

I gathered my things and since he said he was hungry I suggested BBQs. Fast-forward a couple frozen margaritas with extra shots later.

“You’re coming to Brooklyn tonight,” he informed me, matter-of-factly.

“I can’t. I have to go home.”

“What do you have to do at home?”

“Stuff.”

“Fuck that. You’re coming with me. I’ll put you in a cab home.”

“No.”

[dc]W[/dc]e weren’t out of the restaurant 15 seconds before he threw me up against the storefront gate next door and pressed his body up against mine while burying his tongue in my mouth.

He was right: I was going to Brooklyn.

Twenty minutes later I was walking through his door. He disappeared into his bedroom as I slid my jacket off and just took a moment to take everything in. Three years had been a long time.

He’d come back into the living room and poured me a double shot of Pure White.

Well, damn.

He was buzzed, which was totally fine, but I could tell he was ready. He walked up behind me and unbuttoned my slacks, slipping his free hand into the front of my thong to cup my lips. He got me out of my clothes in record time and spun me around. Next thing I knew he was on his knees with his mouth buried in my pussy.

Not many guys know what to do with a clit bar but THIS man was not one of them.

At some point I finished that double shot before we made it in to the bedroom. He shoved me onto my back and opened my legs so he could finish what he started. All I felt was the base of his tongue flush up against my box. He pulsed in. He pulsed out. My body began to tremble severely as he tightened his grip around my waist while I squirmed.

Until.

I came.

All over his mouth.

I closed my eyes for a moment and felt him climb up on the bed. I felt him grab my wrists and opened my eyes to see him wrapping a long black rope around them.

What. In. The. Fuck.

[dc]S[/dc]ee I don’t have a problem with bondage. Unbeknownst to you all I’d just never done it. There was something about not being able to move the way I wanted to and being vulnerable to anything that quite frankly scared the shit outta me.

“Shut the fuck up,” he barked, as if he was reading my mind.

I’m telling you. This motherfucker’s hands must’ve had wings on them because before I knew it, my wrists AND my ankles were bound.

I tried to wriggle out of the seemingly masterful Club Scout knots to no avail. I finally gave in as he once again buried his mouth into my still oozing folds. I was uncomfortable not having full control of the situation so I began to shift around to try and loosen the bondage. No deal. Finally, I submitted to the experience and pleasure he was giving me.

My head was hanging off the edge of the bed as I tried to figure out what he was doing. He walked around and stood over me positioned so that his dick was in my face.

Yum.

“You didn’t have to tie me up for me to suck your dick,” I said.

I slid back to angle my head where I could take him into my mouth. As he slowly began to slide in further, I felt him get harder with every inch. His heart was throbbing through his dick and it turned me on. He began to rock back and forth as I relaxed my throat to try and get him in as far as I could at this inverted angle.

Look, Ma…no hands.

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  • Kia

    well damn.

    • Lisa

      I agree Kia…LOL

  • MsJLaw

    That’s the realest I’ve read in a minute. Glad she got up and left cuz good penis will have you all up in your feelings trying to get that old thing back.

    Sex with an ex may work for some but not for me. My ex of four years constantly tells me he would like us to go at it one more time and I refuse for several reasons: 1. It would be good for him but not for me. He’s the one with the fantasy of our past exploits and while it was good, I’m not the same sexually as I was 4 years ago and I don’t think it would be satisfactory. The last time is supposed to be memorable in a GOOD way. 2. I am not sexually attracted to him anymore. Of course I will not tell him that. You men are sensitive about your penis like us women are about our everything else. 3. I know he still loves me and he would be the one crying like ole girl in the story above wanting to reconcile 4. He has a girlfriend and she is pregnant with his first child. I don’t need them kind of problems.

  • TexanInStLouis

    Well alrighty, then. What a way to start my morning.

  • Anonymous

    I rather be a keynote speaker at a Klu Klux Klan meeting than to sleep with my ex…

  • ATLs.Marc.of.Excellence

    Can anybody help me with the name of the black and white mural (or the artists name) that’s the headliner for the post on the homepage?

  • Shesaid

    It’s completely understandable when sex with a guy is that good. There is one who has breezed in and out of my life twice, now. Broke my heart badly both times. He is impossible to resist. When he comes back a third time, it will be different. The black leather strap idea comes to mind.

  • Payne Well

    i have with my ex, because i know he aint into me and vice versa. So it’s little chance for us to catch feelings. My bad, no chance lol

  • Tanika

    Nope, but I would have sex one last time before he became my ex.

    It’s never a secret.