You’ll Never Pull with Your Ex Around Here

You’ll Never Pull with Your Ex Around Here

Ahhhh, Saturday mornings. I enjoy simple pleasures: Light streaming in from the balcony. Petting the dog. Laying comfortably in bed with no need to get up. And masturbating until I cum so hard I have to take nap.

It was a brilliant morning, rather, afternoon. After waking up and using my vibrator to cum twice, it was 2 PM. Where had the day gone?

I had some lunch, took the dog for a long walk then ended up back in bed. I fired up the vibrator again. I orgasmed, fell asleep and woke up 4 hours later.

I wasn’t spending Saturday night in. No way. I decided to go to a club. The question was: who should go with me? Wanda? Another girl friend? The Ex?

I debated hard if I should invite the Ex. On the plus side, we share the same musical tastes. On the minus side, if I take him I’ll never pull – and pulling is half the reason I want to go out. I could go by myself. But that seems so…. desperate.

I did go with the Ex. Funny how when you’re hanging out with the Ex you see tons of good looking guys. The Ex and I enjoyed the music. We had a laugh. We had some drinks. Then we went back to his place.

We watched some telly, and then I made a failed attempt to seduce him. Yes, I was feeling horny and even though his bedroom skills are lacking. Something is better than nothing, right? I don’t want to insult him, but just might be the WFE. (You figure that out!)

So we’re sitting on the sofa watching TV. My head is leaning against his shoulder. My hand is resting on his stomach. Slowly I move it down towards his cock,

“Anjelika!” He scolds me.

“Hey, come on. It’s been ages since we had sex. It was like 13 months ago?”

“Are you counting?”

“No. But the last time we had sex was the day went to the fun fare. And that was sometime last year.”

“You have a bad memory. We had sex like 3 months ago.”

“Huh? Did we. I don’t remember? It was so bad it was forgettable!”

The Ex looks at me annoyed.

“This is not going to happen.”

“Blah! Party pooper.”

I wasn’t mad. Just slightly annoyed and seriously horny.