An excerpt from My Ex, just one of the steam tales in
Orchids II Reality or Fantasy
Episodes by the Lesbian Goddess
Tonight was hard. No matter what I did, I just couldn’t fall asleep. I drank a glass of wine; started reading a boring ass book that I can’t even remember the title of; masturbated twice and still, I couldn’t stop the throbbing. I ached for her touch, just one more time. I tossed and turned and fought the temptation that clouded my head of dialing her number.
She’d done me wrong. She’d treated me as if I was just another piece of ass when I know for a fact she never enjoyed sex as much as she did with me. We experienced, experimented and fucked wherever and whenever the feeling hit us. She kept telling me she wasn’t ready for a relationship, which wasn’t what I was looking for anyway! I just wanted her to treat me like more than a buddy; more than a grown-up fuck; more than, shit, I don’t know! I just wanted her to respect me for the things we shared and experienced together…but she couldn’t bring herself to understand that, so I said fuck it…I’m out! But, right now, it’s really hard not to think about and remember how mind-blowing our interludes were.
I remember the first time we ever fucked was in a sushi restaurant bathroom. She entered me from behind and wrapped her free hand around my neck, slightly tightening around my throat as I leaned against the sink. Oohh shit, I can feel her fingers now. Sliding in and out of my pussy, caressing my clit, pumping her pussy against my ass. Damn, that was fucking amazing.
Which brings me to our last episode. Her pussy was so wet and fat and my pussy was flowing all over her body and her sheets. She stopped to go to the bathroom and being in the moment, I said, “Go on me. Let me feel it!”
She looked down at me and said, “Really?” Without another word, she let go on and in my pussy. It was so warm and felt so good that we both came right as she finished. What an amazing feeling. What a memorable experience.
What the fuck!!! It’s hard letting go of the best fuck you’ve ever had, knowing that she could, right at this very moment, bring me to a point of ecstasy that would cause a multitude of emotions to flood my soul.
That’s why I let her go! Fucking was too easy, too good! It was becoming an addiction and I don’t like being addicted to anything. I needed to tough it out! 2:00 am. I am in agony! She doesn’t live that far and I could just jump in the car, get served and be back home before dawn. I’m in heat and the need is killing me.
I close my eyes and feel her hands on my thigh, slowly moving up inside the slit in my dress. I remember sitting in this very elegant restaurant, surrounded by people, music and amazing atmosphere. We were seated in a semi circled booth with a high back and a long table cloth. She whispered, “Can I get in that?” Without saying a word, I inched closer to her and angled my ass toward her waiting finger. We noticed the waiter returning with our drinks as her hand reached my awaiting ass. We smiled, made small talk with him and assured him we’d be ready to order in a few. As he left the table, he smirked, hinting to the fact that he was aware of our foreplay. She resumed, moistening her fingers with the juices that ran from my pussy to provide her with proper lubrication for insertion. I angled my ass, once again towards her as she slowly slid her Thumb into my ass. I closed my eyes and let out a slight moan as she whispered, “Just look at me and keep talking, I got you.” She slowly slid her thumb deeper into my ass as I attempted not draw attention to our table. As she became comfortable with the position, I became more comfortable with her thumb and moved so as to accept it with ease.
Fuck, I don’t need to be remembering shit like this, I’ll never get to sleep. That bitch knows she could fuck me well. No questions, no hassles, no problems. Why couldn’t she just…why am I even asking myself this question? It just wasn’t going to work! As it stands, I need to focus on what wasn’t, as opposed to how amazing the sex was.
Let me get up and get a glass of water and sit on my couch and watch the city moving, calm, slow and quiet. I put on some music since it is suppose to soothe the savage beast and curled up on my couch. I close my eyes once again, feeling as if I could finally fall asleep. I placed my hand between my legs and feel my pussy. Shit, she is so fucking wet. If only I could feel her tongue and mouth licking and kissing all that is me. Once again I drift off into that mode of …
feeling her lips on my neck as we go into the bathroom of her office. Our sexual passion can’t wait so we pull off one another’s clothes and lay down on the floor of her office bathroom. The floor was so hard and cold but we were so focused and heated from the fact that we were in her office, at 9:00 at night with some of her coworkers still working. The thought that someone could come in, or hear us causes us to orgasm immediately. Still in the moment, we fuck each other hard and manage to cum again before we can even catch our breath.
We are such freaks with one another. We know each other’s bodies, movements, likes and dislikes. We both know all that is needed is a look and we will fuck and explore one another without thought. I sit up to clear my head, because she is my ex, and you don’t go back to ex’s, especially when sex is that good. It’s a dangerous situation. Even more so when you feel more for that person than they feel for you.
I hate to admit it, but I still have feelings for her. Not as my partner or anything, but because we had such an amazing sexual connection. But, it’s been three months since I told her I was done, so, I need to be over this shit! She obviously hasn’t given me a second thought because I haven’t heard from her. She hasn’t reached out to see if I’m alright! Why is she so heavy on my mind tonight? She obviously doesn’t give a fuck! Fuck her! I don’t need her!
I get up to turn off the stereo, trying to stay in pissed-off mode, but not releasing the sensation of her touch on my body when my phone rings. It’s one o’clock in the morning. One am calls are either booty calls or bad news and I truly hadn’t given anyone the impression that we were going to be getting down. Shit, must be bad news. I run to my room and pick up the phone.
“Hey listen, please don’t hang up! I’m sorry for calling you this late, but I just needed to talk.”
“Are you alright?” I ask.
“Oh yeah, I just, well, I was just thinking about you.”
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