avatarMona Rivers

Summary

A woman recounts her struggle with her ex-boyfriend's persistent and unwanted advances, despite being in a relationship with someone else.

Abstract

The narrative describes a woman's experience with her ex-partner, Tyler, who continues to show up at her apartment uninvited. Despite her current relationship with her boyfriend, Ben, and her clear communication that she has moved on, Tyler is relentless in his pursuit. The woman finds herself conflicted due to the physical attraction she still feels towards Tyler, which leads to a series of intimate encounters against her better judgment. The story unfolds with Tyler's brazen disregard for her current relationship, and despite the woman's internal conflict, she succumbs to the physical chemistry between them. The author hints at a pattern of such incidents, suggesting that this is not a one-time occurrence, and teases the possibility of future encounters.

Opinions

  • The author conveys a sense of inner turmoil and conflict within the protagonist, who is torn between her current relationship and the physical attraction to her ex.
  • Tyler's character is portrayed as manipulative and self-centered, showing little respect for the protagonist's current relationship or her expressed wishes.
  • The protagonist's reaction suggests a complex mix of emotions, including guilt, excitement, and frustration, highlighting the complicated nature of past relationships and lingering attractions.
  • The narrative implies a critique of Tyler's behavior, emphasizing the inappropriateness of his actions and the lack of consent in his approach.
  • The protagonist's anticipation of her boyfriend Ben's reaction indicates a sense of loyalty and care for her current relationship, juxtaposing her actions with her feelings of commitment.
  • The author seems to invite the reader to reflect on the dynamics of relationships and the challenges of resisting temptation, even when it conflicts with one's values and commitments.

Confessions: My Ex Won’t Stop Coming Around

I keep telling him I have a boyfriend. But he doesn’t seem to care.

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The steady pounding at the door told me it wasn’t Ben. My boyfriend had a more gentle touch.

I peered through the peephole and drew a sharp breath. Tyler was leaning against the door, smiling as if he could see me. My stupid ex was always showing up where he wasn’t wanted.

Squirming, I realized there was at least one part of me that disagreed with that assessment. But that was the part of me that remembered how good Tyler was at some things.

Otherwise, he’d been a lousy boyfriend. We’d hooked up in a bar, had a whirlwind relationship for about a month. It lasted until I realized he only cared about the sex.

I needed him gone, but I made the mistake of opening the door.

“Tyler, what are you doing here,” I asked as I opened the door.

He stepped past me into the apartment. “Sorry, babe. Just left some things.”

I looked down the hall, checking if anyone had seen him come in. The last thing I needed was one of my nosy ass neighbours telling Ben he’d been by again.

Closing the door, I turned to face him.

Only to find him staring down at my loose fitting t-shirt and cotton boy shorts.

“What?” I asked, his stare making me nervous. “I double checked. You talk all your stuff, last time. What could you possibly have left behind?”

“These,” Tyler breathed his hand grabbing my breast.

The feel of his strong hands, felt good, even though it shouldn’t.

“I have a boyfriend,” I hissed.

Tyler smiled. His fingers found my nipple and he twisted it firmly . “I don’t care.”

He was such an ass, but he knew which buttons to push, pull, and tweak. His other hand slid right down my cotton shorts, cupping my bare ass as it explored onward. It wasn’t long before his roving fingers found my pussy.

“But, Ben,” my half-assed protests only made him laugh.

“Ben can give you a cuddle when he gets home,” he laughed. “We both know what you want right now.”

It was difficult to muster an effective defence while he was fingering me. The sound of my own arousal went schick, shick, shick, as his finger tested my resistance.

I melted, whatever my brain wanted, my pussy clearly wasn’t ready to hear it. Tyler smiled as he pushed me to my knees.

“That’s a good slut.”

I wanted to protest but he already had his cock out. Thick and almost nine inches long, he pressed it right into my open mouth. It’s almost like he’d sait it on purpose.

Bastard.

Tyler just smiled as he grinned down at me, on my knees working his massive shaft. My other hand slid down my shorts, at this point I was too far gone to care. I teased my own needy sex while I sucked my ex’s fat cock.

Hopefully Ben would be in a forgiving mood today.

I don’t know how long I was there. Time passes funny when you’re distracted. But Tyler reached down scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing at all.

He strode through the apartment.

“Where are you going?”

“I want my pussy, on my bed,” Tyler growled.

Before I knew it, he threw me down on the end of my bed. The one Ben had made love to me in last night.

Tyler had no such intentions. He yanked my shorts up to my ankles, and pressed his massive member against my very wet pussy. With a thrust he was inside. It was impossible to forget how good he felt stretching me open.

Each deep thrust sent a thrill through me.

I bit my lip as I tried not to groan.

Tyler lifted my shirt and teased my nipples as he drilled me into my bed. His hands felt good on my body, as I surrendered to his relentless thrusting.

I felt my orgasm coming. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but clearly he could see it on my face. He twisted my nipple and I exploded, waves of pleasure pulsing through me as his powerful strokes drove me to a body-shaking orgasm.

“That’s my good little slut,” Tyler growled as he came inside me. He never asked. Just took what he wanted. I just wish it didn’t feel so damned good.

Tyler pulled out, shooting a few ropes over my stomach. He leaned down and kissed me, grinning the whole time.

“Tell Ben I said hi. I’ll see you next week.” With that he pulled up his pants and left as abruptly as he’d arrived, leaving me in quite the state.

I really needed to stop answering the door. But we both knew I’d do it again next week.

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