For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.
X is for eX-Partner
I know that this could be easily done as an X frame or something, but I wanted to do a little bit of a different story. I thought that I would do this one because it’s a fun concept based on a little bit of a true story from my college days.
“Hey,” Xavier says as he opens the door for me.
“Hey,” I reply, looking up at him. His face is so familiar to me, but it doesn’t give me warm and fuzzy feelings anymore. Once upon a time, we were in love, or at least thought we were. Now we’re just exs. Maybe we’re friends? But not really. We don’t hang out. We don’t go to the movies. We just have sex. Sometimes we eat dinner. But by the end of dinner, I remember why we’re not together anymore.
I follow him up to his dorm room. We don’t make small talk. We just walk up the two flights of stairs until we get to his room, and then we go inside and shut the door.
Without a word, he strips his shirt off. I do the same, and then we’re on each other, making out like the teenagers we were just a couple years ago. He unhooks my bra expertly, and I shrug out of it, letting it fall to the floor. His pants hit the floor, then mine, both of us kicking off our shoes. Underwear and socks go next, I’m not even sure how without us breaking our kisses.
His nails rake down my back and I throw my head back and moan. He leans down and takes a nip at one nipple, then the other. I groan again. It feels amazing. “Oh yes!” I cry.
He kneels down and nips at my hip, then buries his head between my legs and licks at my clit. I moan. God it feels good. After dating for over a year and then fooling around for another several years, he knows my body very well.
He gently maneuvers me back on the bed and crawls between my legs, sliding his fingers into my pussy and licking at my clit. “Oh god,” I groan. “Oh god!” And then my orgasm flows over me, bowing my back.
He barely lets me breathe before he pulls himself up my body and slides his cock inside me. I groan and lift my legs. He slides in expertly. No one knows my body like he does. He brings me to orgasm again before he finds his own release.
When his cock stops twitching inside me, he rolls off of me on the small bed and lays beside me. He doesn’t pull me into his arms or kiss me. He doesn’t say anything for a long time, but then again, neither do I. When our breathing has slowed back to normal, he says, “Hey, so…” and he lets his voice trail off even though I haven’t interrupted him.
When enough time has passed that it seems like he isn’t going to say more, I prompt him. “So…”
“Do you want to go get something to eat?”
“Sure,” I say. “Let me go get cleaned up.”
But what he doesn’t know is that this is probably the last time we’re going to be together. It’s been fun, but I have started dating, and this guy I met the other day seems like it could go somewhere. We only went on two dates, but I think the conversation is coming about us not seeing other people anymore. So it’s time to say goodbye. And what better way to do that than over a pizza?
J R Vincente 