I predict this will quickly devolve into a series of humble brags and erotic fiction, but in a trying to keep things light around here.
Make us chuckle at an embarrassing (as an adult) moment of intimacy.
I broke up with a gf and foolishly stayed close to her. The breakup itself was quick and respectful on both parts, and handled well, initially. We had vastly different interests and after the initial month, I didn’t see us together long term. So I told her I didn’t think we were right for each other long term and she agreed.
Buuuuut, then it got a bit rough. I should have cut the cord but responded to her messages and in retrospect, was leading her on. I won’t go too far down that rabbit hole, but I was genuinely worried for her safety.
One Saturday, I foolishly went to her apartment on some (her) pretense of lending her a hammer or something. No entendre intended. I was actively dating and while there was nobody serious, I had a date that night. Well, my libido took over and my ex and I started going at it pretty hard, but I stayed dressed.
I’ll spare too many details, but she started grinding on me so much I did something I had never done, came in my shorts. She went to get me a sandwich and played it off like she didn’t know. They were a fucking mess. Luckily I had a gym bag in my jeep so I changed while she was at the takeout restaurant.
She came back, I fixed her counter, and then left.
Later, as her late night calls subsided, I got the hunch that it was her way of closing the book on our relationship and getting the upper hand.
Well played, ex from April of 2018.
Make us chuckle at an embarrassing (as an adult) moment of intimacy.
I broke up with a gf and foolishly stayed close to her. The breakup itself was quick and respectful on both parts, and handled well, initially. We had vastly different interests and after the initial month, I didn’t see us together long term. So I told her I didn’t think we were right for each other long term and she agreed.
Buuuuut, then it got a bit rough. I should have cut the cord but responded to her messages and in retrospect, was leading her on. I won’t go too far down that rabbit hole, but I was genuinely worried for her safety.
One Saturday, I foolishly went to her apartment on some (her) pretense of lending her a hammer or something. No entendre intended. I was actively dating and while there was nobody serious, I had a date that night. Well, my libido took over and my ex and I started going at it pretty hard, but I stayed dressed.
I’ll spare too many details, but she started grinding on me so much I did something I had never done, came in my shorts. She went to get me a sandwich and played it off like she didn’t know. They were a fucking mess. Luckily I had a gym bag in my jeep so I changed while she was at the takeout restaurant.
She came back, I fixed her counter, and then left.
Later, as her late night calls subsided, I got the hunch that it was her way of closing the book on our relationship and getting the upper hand.
Well played, ex from April of 2018.