Me and my boyfriend broke up while I was away for a job. Apparently he couldn’t handle the separation. We had been living together for the past year, but things had been rocky for months prior to our split. Our anniversary even passed while I was away and he did not even acknowledge it. I sat through a whole phone conversation waiting for him to at least say “Happy Anniversary, Baby” or anything, but he said NOTHING. Finally as the conversation came to a close I mentioned it. At this point I was pissed to the highest degree. His excuse was that he didn’t want to acknowledge it because we were apart and he saw no point in even bringing it up if we could not celebrate it together.(Bullshit) We broke up about a week later.

Now me being the type of woman that I am; when I saw things getting rocky, I got some insurance. I caught back up with a few ex’s and proceeded to converse occasionally. I never slept with any of them while I was still in a relationship, but some of the conversations did get a little raunchy. I never felt bad about it because they were giving me the attention that I lacked from my relationship. When I officially became single, the race was on to make good on some of my conversations. I knew as soon as I came home from my job, I was going to fill that void.

Me and my ex had to keep some type of contact for the apartment purposes, but it was still very dry. When I came home most of his things were already gone aside from a few clothes and personal items. The only problem I faced with him was getting my key back. He kept giving me the run around and acted as if it was no big deal. At this point I was on my ‘So Fuckin Thru With Him’ phase. Every time I saw his picture or scrolled through his number on my phone, I just got pissed.

I settled at home through the week before I set up my session with my past fling. The weekend came, and it was about that time! I was ready and I wanted him more than ever. The catch to him was that he too was an asshole. He was a starving artist and at times lacked motivation. Therefore he still stayed with his dad and worked part time doing side gigs. He was cool with doing just enough to get by, which is why we never worked. He wasn’t all bad though. This man had a penis like non other. If ever there was a perfect penis, he possessed it. So now you know why I kept him around. It was what I needed at the time, and I knew he wouldn’t disappoint. I also knew that he would be cool with “just fucking”. I for damn sure wasn’t ready to get back into a relationship, especially with someone that I already tried and didn’t work.

My perfect penis man already knew the details of my previous relationship. He was perfectly fine with it. Hell, he probably saw it as a perfect opportunity to get what he needed and bounce. So the day finally came. He came over…late. I mean like 3am late, which ran my blood pressure up a little but it was cool. When we finally got into the act everything was going OK, until I opened my eyes. I looked around and I realized that we were in the same bed that me and my ex used to make love in. I looked in the mirror that used to turn me on to watch, but then I realized that it wasn’t my ex’s reflection in it. When I put my arms around him, he didn’t feel the same. He didn’t touch me the same way, and the pattern that I had come all too used to was different. I didn’t enjoy it at all. I let him finish, however. I faked it as much as I could, but I’m sure he could tell the difference. After it was over we went to bed. I just wanted to go to my side and wait for the morning, but he insisted on holding me. I guess he remembered I liked it. I didn’t mind though. It made me feel like he cared a little.

When the morning came, I woke up really early, earlier than usual. He immediately tried to do the whole sex in the morning bit but I wasn’t feeling it. I got up and got myself together and went downstairs to the living room. I guess he got the hint and followed. We sat on the couch and caught up some more. We were both still in our underwear but I knew I was done with the sexcapade. While we set there I actually enjoyed our conversation. He tapped into his intellectual side; the one I fell for initially. I relaxed a little more and forgot about my ex more and more. As we started getting deeper, our conversation came to an abrupt end as I heard keys jiggling at the door. I immediately jumped up and instructed my fling to hide. At the same time I ran to the door and caught it just as my ex was opening it.

Now my ex is 6’5” 200+ and a little bit deranged at times. I knew that if he walked in and saw me in my underwear with another man, we would’ve made the news. No we were not together at the time but feelings were still there. I had to think quick so I immediately began to drill him. I asked him why he was here, and reminded him that we were over and that he didn’t live here anymore. He threw me for a loop when he started crying and telling me how much he missed me and wants to come home. He insisted on coming in to talk, but I knew that was a HELL NAW. Mr. perfect penis was hiding behind the bar downstairs. He could go upstairs because you would have been able to see him from the doorway. So while me ex is pouring his heart out and putting on this big production, my fling could hear the entire conversation. I had to devise a plan to get him away form the house so that my guest could escape without injury. I convinced him that I didn’t want him inside but we could talk somewhere else. He agreed and we made plans to leave and go talk. I told him to wait outside as I went to go change. This game me time to apologize to my overnight buddy and explain his escape route. He was really cool about it…a little too cool. He told me not to worry and that he would wait a little to leave to give me time to get away.

I left with my ex and we went to the place that he had been staying. Again he put on a big production of crying and apologizing and explaining. Like an idiot I fell for it and we ended up making up. Later that day we made love in the same bed and same sheets that I spent the night before pleasuring my fling. I never told him

about my little mishap. We ended up breaking back up a couple of days later anyway. Was I wrong?