I Confronted My Ex

I can still hear the notification sound of our Instagram messages ringing in my ears. Hannah. Every time I typed your name, even the keys of my keyboard felt warmer. Your black hair, your waves that made even the darkness jealous, would fall on your shoulders like a poem about the night. Your skin was dark, but so dark that when it shone in the sun, it glowed like gold. You were thin. So much so that the fragile curve of your collarbone made me impatient to put my hand there and feel your pulse.

Our relationship started as long distance. But every night I dreamed of sleeping with you under the same stars. "The woman whose hair is night," I would write to you. My compliments were unusual, you liked them. Sometimes I wrote poems.

Can I ever forget your smile? The little curve of your lips would warm me even in the quietest moments of the night. Your throat... Oh, your throat. That thin, delicate line, the way you trembled slightly when you breathed. Sometimes I would just hold your wrist and press my lips to that cold but soft skin. Your fingers were so slender, how they curled gracefully around the pencil when you painted.

And I'm Luke. A white-skinned, bearded man, content to watch you through my glasses. But do you remember the tickle of my whiskers when you saw me, the way they tickled you, the way your breath caught as I ran over your skin?

That café was where it all began. The dim lights, the conversations melting in the steam of the coffee and the dark magic of her, of Hannah. Her black hair spilled over the table, her fingertips hovering over the rim of her cup. As she spoke, I noticed the deep, sad timbre in her voice. She had a smile, yes, but her eyes were always far away.

It was dark when we left the café. It was a cold fall evening, the leaves were rustling under our feet. Suddenly he took my hand and leaned on his shoulder. In that moment, everything was like a dream. The warmth of his skin, the light vanilla scent of his perfume, the wind blowing through my hair... But most of all his fragile weight. It was as if the whole world was lying in wait to hurt her.

Every night when I said, "I love you," a doubt would appear in her eyes. "Why?" she would ask. "Am I worth loving?" I wrote her poems, talked to her on the phone night after night, carefully praised every curve of her body. But none of it was enough.

Hannah was a bottomless pit. Every word of love I threw into it disappeared without even an echo. "I want more," she would say, but she didn't know what she wanted. She would want me to touch her, then suddenly pull back. He would whisper for me to kiss him, then avert his eyes. It was as if he was afraid of his own desires.

"Luke," she said one night, kissing his wrist, her voice trembling. "I... I never felt good enough." I realized then that there was something harder than making love to her: Making her love you.

Speaking of making love.

I remember our first time making love.

When I pressed my lips to Hannah's, I tasted a mixture of coffee and that familiar vanilla perfume. My hands immediately slid to her waist, reaching for her warm skin under her thin shirt. My fingertips ran along the curve of her ribs, then suddenly up to her breasts. I felt that soft weight in my palms as my thumbs hardened the tips.

"Oh, Luke," she moaned.

When I took off his shirt, the smell of sweat filled my nostrils - that pungent smell... It filled my soul with excitement and love. I buried my lips in his neck and left my signature. My hands went down to his hips, cupping those perfect rounds trapped in those tight jeans. I squeezed hard, pulling his body to me.

"Take your pants off," I growled, forcing the buttons.

Hannah laughed, that charming, slightly dirty laugh I knew so well. "You're in a hurry," she muttered, but she was already lifting her waist and thrusting her hips at me.

When I pulled her jeans down, the wetness of the thin fabric of her panties caught my eye. I touched them with my fingers and heard Hannah sigh.

"Is this how you've been waiting for me all this time?" I asked, as I pulled her panties aside and touched them with my fingers. At the same time I was looking into her eyes, watching her squirm turned me on.

"Fuck talking-" she growled, spreading her legs.

And at that moment, I couldn't take it anymore.

Suddenly everything sped up. Suddenly I was lost in the warmth of Hannah's lips, her slender fingers gripping my thighs. "Oh, fuck-" I groaned, feeling dizzy. He was pulling me into him to take me deeper and deeper. She was so wild and it was driving me crazy.

Hannah wasn't coy at all. I felt my thick cock in her palms, she kissed it and then suddenly took it in her mouth. all the way down her throat. I gasped, my groin tensed. "Fuck, how you take it," I moaned, gripping her hair.

I pulled out of her mouth, caught her lips and kissed her hard. Then I pushed myself in again, deeper this time. "Take it, will you take it all?" I growled, squeezing my thighs as I thrust rhythmically.

He was staring at me, choking and sucking.

It was a good time. Even our first anal experience wasn't bad.

I remember Hannah on her knees, her clothes in disarray, stroking her tight asshole with my fingertips. I know I pressed my cock into her ass after I'd gotten her used to it.

"Slow down, Luke... You're so thick," he murmured, spasming.

"Relax," I whispered, stroking her waist with one hand and lubricating my cock with the other. "I'm not going to hurt you."

I pushed in slowly, it was tight. Hannah gasped, convulsed, but she had given up :)

I gave her a mouthful of compliments and massaged her with baby oil to relax her. She was sleepy and I fucked her while she was half asleep.

They were good memories. But now we've broken up, because everything I do is an excuse.

They were good memories. But now we broke up because he found excuses for everything I did. I took it easy in the first semester. I was more obedient. Maybe he cooled off.

He blocked me everywhere. But... I found his account and I'm going to apologize.

Apologize:

Hannah, I know I was mean to you the day we broke up because I didn't want to be submissive. I made an effort to make you feel better, but I was angry when you insulted me.

Hannah: "Luke... I understand, but I have a boyfriend now."

I was devastated but I kept talking anyway.

Luke: "Temporary ones again?"

Hannah looked away and I realized it was temporary, just to satisfy herself.

Luke: "Tell me your terms," I said.

Hannah was surprised and shrugged her shoulders and spoke.

Hannah: "Luke, you're a good person, but I'm not, I'm a bad person. I don't like you as a bad person, but I like having sex with you. I won't be your lover, but you can be my fuckbuddym." This time I was surprised.

Then I accepted her because nobody could give a blowjob like her. Then I asked her about the guy she was hanging out with, but I was surprised because it wasn't a guy, it was a woman!

Hannah: "Now you know I'm bisexual. And right now I'm talking to a guy called Kailey, she's blonde and white. Sometimes she's submissive and sometimes she's dominant. She's really good with a strap-on."

I jumped at the chance to set up a meeting. Like a dream, I'm going to fuck two women at the same time.

When I arrived at Hannah's apartment, Kailey answered the door. She was blonde, with ice blue eyes, more impressive than I had imagined. She looked at me in her tight jeans and strappy black bra, a small smirk on her lips.

"So you're Luke," she said, her voice enveloping me with a teasing softness. "Hannah didn't overestimate you."

When I walked in, Hannah was cross-legged on the couch, watching us. In her black lace panties and stockings with straps, she was a woman to be nailed. Her eyes darted back and forth between me and Kailey.

"Should we relax first?" Kailey asked, pointing to the wine in her hand.

I moved closer, took a sip from the wine glass, then suddenly grabbed Kailey around the waist and kissed her lips hard. Hannah got up from her seat and came up behind me. Her hands touched my breasts, then slid down and unbuttoned my pants.

He was toasting between two women. And we hadn't even gone to bed yet.

"It's not gonna be all about you today, Luke," she whispered in my ear. "You owe Kailey, too."

Kailey smiled, wrapping her arm around Hannah's waist. "I think we should get her in line first," she said.

Hannah got down on her knees and pulled my pants down. As she stroked over my underwear, Kailey stood in front of me, taking off her blouse. Her braless breasts were in front of me, with pink nipples.

"Now," Kailey said, lifting my chin up with her finger. "I make the rules. Hannah fucks you and I fuck her. Deal?"

My mouth went dry, but I nodded with my gaze.

Hannah pulled my underwear down, cupping my hard-on in her palm. "Do you want to watch Kailey put on her strap-on?" she asked, lust in her eyes.

Kailey's fingers ran along the back of my neck as I lost myself in the warmth of Hannah's palms. Suddenly she grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. Her lips pressed close to my ear:

"Let me ask you something, Luke. Can you handle two women touching you at the same time?"

I heard Hannah laugh and she placed a kiss on the top of my cock with her wet lips: "I don't think so. She looks like she's gonna cum in five minutes anyway."

Suddenly she wrapped her hand in Hannah's hair and pressed her against my cock: "Then let's get started."

Kailey knelt in front of me as I lost myself in the warmth of Hannah's mouth. She took off her black bra, leaving her breasts in my hands. My fingertips began to rub his hardened tips.

"Oh, that's so good.

"Oh, that was so good..." Kailey moaned, thrusting her hips into my palm.

While Hannah rhythmed with her mouth, Kailey pulled off her jeans in a sudden movement. I felt butterflies in my stomach when I saw that she had a strap-on on.

"Your turn," Kailey said, stroking Hannah's hair. "You got her ready?"

Hannah pulled her lips away from my cock, a drop of cum hanging from her chin: "Enough."

Kailey turned to me, touching my cock with her strap-on: "Now remember the rules again Luke. I'm going to fuck Hannah and you..." She squeezed my tits with her hand, "... you will only do what we allow you to do."

As Hannah lay on the couch, Kailey started rubbing the strap-on against her pussy. It was maddening to watch.

"Come closer," Kailey ordered me. "Spread Hannah's legs."

I gripped Hannah's knees with shaking hands. I could see the dark pleasure in Hannah's eyes as Kailey slowly pushed the strap-on inside her.

"Now you," Kailey whispered. "Get on top of her."

I settled on top of Hannah, my cock still like iron, sliding easily inside her. We were both moaning as Kailey continued to fuck Hannah in her pussy and I in her ass.

"Oh fuck! Both of you..."

Kailey laughed: "We're just getting started, Luke." She put her hand on my waist, "I'll set the pace."

And she did.

As Hannah's hot pussy clung to my cock, Kailey's strap-on slid into her asshole. Hannah's scream echoed around the room as we both entered her at the same time. "AH! Fuck! Both of you!"

Kailey bent down behind her, pulling Hannah's hair: "Shut up and enjoy it, bitch." Then she looked at me, that maniacal glint in her eye: "Come on, Luke, pump that bitch!"

I clamped my hands around Hannah's waist, thrusting my hips hard, my cock making a "slap" sound with each stroke, the juices from her wet pussy dripping onto my knees. Kailey was pushing the strap-on all the way in and out, widening Hannah's ass with a "squish" sound.

Hannah's tits bounced in front of me - those milky sweet soft nipples glistening with sweat. I couldn't resist, so I leaned down and took one in my mouth, biting and sucking on the tip. "Ah! Luke, there... Mmmm...!"

Kailey laughed: "That means he likes your tits when he fucks you in the ass, Hannah!" Then she suddenly sped up the strap-on. "Come on, harder!"

Hannah's ass stretched around the strap-on, taking more of it in with each thrust. I sped up my cock in her pussy, slamming my hips against her with a smacking sound.

"Fuck! I'm- I'm coming!" moaned Hannah, her fingers tearing through the fabric of the couch. She shuddered with orgasm because for the first time she was having sex with a man and a woman at the same time. She was in a threesome.

I pulled my cock out of Hannah's pussy, dripping cum dripping onto the couch. Kailey pulled Hannah to her knees, the strap-on still in her ass. "Open your mouth," she ordered.

When Kailey asked when I was going to cum, I said, "I have to taste you first."

We changed positions and Hannah was licking Kailey's pussy and I was kissing Kailey like crazy, eating her pink nipples.

"Can you hear Hannah moaning?" she whispered, her fingers running through my hair.

Indeed, the "smack smack" sounds and moans of Hannah licking Kailey's pussy echoed through the room. Kailey's eyes narrowed, "Oh, that little bitch has learned so well," she grunted.

Suddenly she pushed me away and put Hannah on her back. "Now it's your turn," she said, taking off her strap-on and holding my real cock instead. "You're going to lick me while you fuck Hannah."

I put Hannah's legs over my shoulders, my cock still hard, sliding easily into her. "Ahhh, Luke! It's so hot again..." she moaned.

Kailey climbed on top of us, placing her pussy right in my face. "Come on, clean me up," she ordered.

I was caught between two women: one moaning in my pussy, the other smothering my face with her pussy. I rubbed Kailey's clit with my tongue as I pumped Hannah rapidly.

"That's it! Harder, harder!" cried Kailey, thrusting her hips into my face.

Hannah's insides began to tighten. "I'm coming! Coming- Ahhh! FUCK!"

As she came, I couldn't hold back, I pushed my cock in deep one last time and let it go. Kailey orgasmed, sitting on my face, her hot liquid running down my chin and onto my neck.

As Hannah lay exhausted on the couch, Kailey lit a cigarette. "Next time we'll try anal," she said, puffing on the smoke.

I was still shaking. "Next time?"

Kailey grinned. "Sure, Luke. That was just the beginning."

Hannah laughed without even opening her eyes.

And that night, all three of us fell asleep on the couch, sweating and sex and bliss.

Vibrators, ice cubes, nipple clothespins - everything became our toys. Hannah's moans echoed off the kitchen counter, while Kailey trembled on my knees in the bathroom. As our bare skin burned in the sun on the balcony, I pressed Hannah against the wall of an abandoned house, filling her every hole.

As the roles changed, so did our tastes. Kailey examined me in her nurse's outfit, while Hannah bent at my knees in her waitress outfit.

Hannah approached me in her "doctor" role, listening to my cock with her stethoscope: "It's very healthy... but it needs more tests." Then she suddenly bent over and licked my balls, while Kailey as "nurse" pressed the vibrator against her pussy.

One night we were so realistic in our role as cop and prisoner that we called in a third guy while Kailey was in handcuffs

"Should we get a fourth?" asked Hannah, her lips smeared with glistening cum.

"No," laughed Kailey, waving her strap-on.

One evening, we brought in a young couple. He was drilling Kailey's ass while she licked his pussy. I sucked on Kailey's tits while Hannah scratched her back. "Your turn," Kailey whispered to me as she lifted her hips and pulled his cock out. "Now fuck his wife while you fuck him."

"Last stop," Kailey shouted one night on the beach, away from people, under the sea, the moon and the stars. Our bodies mingled on the sand.

"Shall we finish now?" gasped Kailey, grinning, a man's cock still on her lips.

"Shall we end it now?" Kailey grinned after she gasped, still with a man's cum on her lips: "Finish? We're just taking a break."

THE END... (Maybe)