A few years ago, I was still very curious and naive about sex. I hadn't quite found out what I liked yet. My ex-boyfriend and I were very close, but for some reason, he didn't have a sex drive quite like me. Yea, he liked sex, but he always seemed to want to fuck me as quickly as possible to get it over with. Sometimes, I wanted to make love. Sometimes, I just needed a nice, long fuck. He wouldn't talk dirty to me. He wouldn't spank me. He seemed too afraid to step outside of the box, and frankly, so was I. Eventually, we just fizzled out. The chemistry wasn't really there, but we tried to remain friends.
After we broke up, we still hung around eachother, and he started getting intimate again. This time, he was more aggressive.
I remember watching a movie with him, and he said, "You should give me head."
"What?" I asked, startled. "We aren't even together anymore. You shouldn't ask me things like that."
"I know you want to," he said. I was instantly getting wet.
"You don't know that," I said.
"Yes, I do. Now suck it." I dropped to my knees. It's amazing how horny I got in just a few seconds. I sucked him off, said goodbye, and then masturbated the rest of the night. I felt so dirty and used, and I fucking loved it.
I thought maybe that was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I couldn't have been more wrong. One night, he came over a little drunk. I was sober, so I thought I could probably take advantage of him. He had better stamina when he was drunk anyway. I kept getting him beer after beer, rubbing his dick under his jeans until I felt it grow nice and hard.
"Let's go upstairs," he said. Finally, to the bedroom. I was so excited. I hadn't gotten laid in months. We got in the bed, lights on and everything. He started tearing off my clothes, beer still in hand.
"You're such a fucking slut," he said.
