The Cheating Ex and the Blonde Fury: My Bitter Encounter
The dimly lit apartment was a mess, the remnants of a broken lamp still scattered on the floor where I’d hurled it in a fit of rage after my girlfriend’s betrayal. I’d spent the evening drowning my sorrows, two shots of vodka a mere starting point for what would become a night of reckless abandon. The Saint Patrick’s Day celebrations outside had been a blur, the sounds of cheering and laughter muffled by my own anger and heartache.
I stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing another whiskey from the counter. The room spun around me, but I didn’t care. I was determined to erase the memories of my cheating ex from my mind. That’s when I saw her – a blonde in a green dress, her eyes flashing with annoyance as I bumped into her while grabbing a drink.
“Men fucking suck shit,” she spat at me, her words dripping with venom.
“Women are all lying whores,” I shot back, my anger and hurt boiling over.
The insults flew back and forth, our words slurring together as we drank and ranted into the night. I couldn’t remember all the details, but I knew it was a blur of anger and hate.
Eventually, we stumbled out of the bar, the night air cool and clear after the hot, crowded bar. She looked up at me, her eyes glassy with booze, and said, “I’m so drunk right now… I probably shouldn’t drive home.”
“I live just down the street,” I slurred, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears.
We stumbled down the street, up the stairs, and into my apartment, our bodies swaying in time with each other. I showed her the couch, then walked into my bedroom, crashing onto the bed.
I was out cold in seconds, my dreams a jumbled mix of anger and heartache. It was still dark outside when I woke up to the sound of sobbing.
I got up, following the sound to the kitchen. She was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands, her body shaking with sobs.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice still rough from sleep.
“Nothing,” she said quickly, trying to compose herself. “I’m sorry. I should go.”
But she stumbled, her hand flying to her head. “Whoa, I’m so dumb.”
“It’s okay,” I tried to comfort her, but she wasn’t having it.
“No,” she cried, her voice rising. “I’m so useless, I can’t even have a drunken one-night stand right.”
I was taken aback, unsure of what to say. Had she wanted me to take advantage of her? I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs.
“Look, I’m sorry, but I wasn’t trying to pick you up last night. I just broke up with my long-term girlfriend yesterday and was looking to drown my sorrows.”
She wiped at her running mascara with the back of her hand. “Me too. I found out Brian has been cheating on me with his secretary.”
“Yea, Beth was about the same,” I related my story. “She’d told me she was hanging out with her girlfriends, but then I went to surprise her with changing her phone background with a picture of me and got a sexy text from some guy.”
“She was cheating on you?” she asked, her eyes wide with shock.
“With at least three different guys, one of whom was a friend of mine,” I confessed, feeling a sense of relief in finally talking about it.
I looked at her, and she smiled weakly. “What a pair we are.”
Then she looked me in the eye, her gaze piercing. “She must have been hot.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“You didn’t want to sleep with me, so I must not be as good-looking,” she explained, her voice laced with sadness.
I felt bad, seeing her hurting, and grabbed a box of tissues, handing them to her. She thanked me and cleaned up her makeup while I tried to comfort her.
“Actually, I think you’re much hotter, way out of my league,” I said, trying to make her feel better.
She smiled, a small, sad smile. “I really need to feel like a woman. Can you help me?” She pleaded with deep blue puppy dog eyes, now mostly clean from her makeup but still shimmering wet from her tears.
Before I knew it, she’d drawn me into a kiss.
Her breath was bad, like rotten fruit from the copious amounts of booze she’d put away, but I didn’t care. And once our lips touched, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. I’d felt the same way she must have – lonely, hurt, betrayed, alone.
So just being allowed to love someone, even on the shaky pretense of a drunken one-nighter, was enough to discard all my doubts and inhibitions.
We stumbled towards the couch, our hands all over each other, grabbing, squeezing, pulling at our clothing. Her green party dress easily came off her shoulders, exposing her bra-less plump and delicious tits.
I left her face to suckle on, her nipples growing hard and pointed as I tweaked and nibbled on the hard bumpy flesh. She moaned in pleasure as her body arched into mine.
Then she pushed me back, right to the floor, where she pounced on me, grabbing my belt and yanking it off. She opened my fly, prying open my jeans’ button.
I hadn’t expected that, and my tight white underwear were now getting painfully tight. She grabbed my waistband, tugging them down, and I had to arch back to lift my butt to give her the ability to pull them down.
Then, much as I had with her tits, she swallowed my schlong whole. I wasn’t fully hard yet, still woozy from the alcohol, but at least a few hours had passed, so I wasn’t totally out of it.
I laughed as she was able to fit my whole few inches in her mouth and put her lips right into my bristly bush. She wasn’t able to do that for long, though, as her mouth massaged my cock the rest of the way awake.
But then she let my dong pop free as she climbed up my body. I’d always used condoms with Beth, and now was thankful since she’d been whoring and had who knew how many diseases.
She’d been my first and only lover in college, and I’d fallen for her hard when I first met her. She was so wild and carefree, having been open and honest about sex, or so I thought, telling me I was her twentieth lover.
“There are condoms in the bedstand if you want,” I offered, trying to make it sound like a suggestion to protect her instead of self-preservation.
“Brian…” she said, as if just saying the name of her ex was torture. “I’ve never been with anyone else, and he always used them.” She paused, unsure but considering her words.
“I’ll get one,” she said, lifting off of me.
“Wait…” I said, grabbing her hips to bring her back to me. I believed her, but still, the risks weighed heavily on me.
“I’ve always had to use them too, but what if you get pregnant?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t worry, it should be a safe day for me. And I promise, no matter what, you never have to see me again if you don’t want to.”
I didn’t argue with her after that. She hiked up her dress, letting me see her simple white panties concealing her womanhood. Then she just pulled them a little, and I couldn’t see it well enough, but her hands grabbed my cock, pushing it inside her.
It was so hot and wet, nothing like the cold gooey or chafing condoms. It was like a warm buttery heaven wrapped around my pole and smothered it with love.
She must have been thinking the same thing, because she moaned in pleasure, her vagina swallowing me up. Once she was almost all the way in, her pelvis settled onto mine, but I wasn’t all the way in yet.
I pushed up and pulled down on her hips, causing her to squeak in surprise as I pushed her to her interior limits. She smiled down at me, “And so big too.”
After that, we didn’t speak. She closed her eyes, and just worked her body up and down, churning on my cock to hit her pleasure spots and driving me wild.
It was amazing and wonderful. I was seeing stars, and my head was swimming with euphoria. It had been almost a week since Beth had let me fuck her last, so I was worried I wouldn’t last long enough for this sexy woman.
I returned my attention to her large tits, lifting on and craning my neck up to suckle on it as she rocked back and forth, but it was awkward and painful on my hard wood floor. I gave her other breast similar treatment for a moment, then relaxed my head back and just fondled her twins with my hands as her riding was getting more serious.
Her breathing was getting shallower, and I could tell she was getting close, but I was starting to be in pain from being flat on my back on the floor, and so wasn’t staying completely hard. She could tell, “What’s wrong?”
“My back…” I said regretfully. Here was the sexiest moment in my life, only rivaled by the night Beth took my virginity, and I was ruining it.
She got up off of me, her eyes apologetic. “Oh,” she said, getting up on her knees. “Here, do me this way.”
She pulled her panties back to the side, letting me see clearly her fuzzy light brown cunt hair. I got behind her, and instead of taking her invitation to go right back to fucking, decided to show her what Beth called my best quality – my mouth on her cunt.
As I lowered my lips to her vagina, I felt her body tense beneath me. Her skin was slick with arousal, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of pleasing her. I wrapped my arms around her hips, holding her in place as I devoured her with my mouth.
“Oh God, yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. I felt her legs begin to tremble, and I knew I was close to sending her over the edge.
I quickened my pace, my tongue darting in and out of her wet folds with increasing intensity. She was panting now, her body arched back in a desperate attempt to get closer to my mouth. I could feel her orgasm building, and I knew I had to push her over the edge.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her voice rising to a crescendo as she finally reached climax. I felt her body convulse, her muscles contracting around my tongue as she rode out the wave of pleasure.
When she finally came back down to earth, I pulled back, giving her a moment to catch her breath. She looked at me, her eyes glassy with satisfaction, and I knew I had done my job well.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“I’m just getting started,” I replied, a sly smile spreading across my face.
She laughed, a throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “I think I’m ready for more,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I grinned, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of pleasing her again. “Let’s get you on your back,” I said, helping her to rise from the couch.
She settled back into the cushions, her eyes never leaving mine as I climbed on top of her. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
“Just enjoying the view,” I replied, my eyes locked on hers as I slowly lowered myself onto her.
It was like a switch had flipped, and she was suddenly more eager than ever to please me. “Cum for me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.
I felt my orgasm building, my body tensing with anticipation. “I’m cuming,” I grunted, my voice barely above a whisper as I released my pleasure into her.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies locked together in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure. Finally, I pulled back, my cock softening as I gazed into her eyes.
“That was incredible,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I know,” she replied, a smile spreading across her face. “I think I’m going to need a few minutes to catch my breath.”
We lay there in silence for a moment, our bodies still entwined. Finally, she spoke up, her voice barely audible.
“I’m glad we did that.”
“Me too,” I replied, my eyes locked on hers.
As the silence stretched out between us, I realized that I was feeling something I hadn’t felt in a long time – a deep connection with someone. It was like we had finally found a missing piece of ourselves, and it felt amazing.
But as the minutes ticked by, reality began to set in. We were strangers, after all, and our encounter had been nothing more than a one-night stand. I knew I had to let go of the fantasy, and face the reality of our situation.
“We should probably get dressed,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” she replied, her voice laced with disappointment.
We slowly disentangled ourselves, our bodies heavy with the weight of our encounter. As we stood up, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. I knew I would never see her again, and that thought was almost too much to bear.
But as I looked into her eyes, I saw something there that gave me hope. It was a spark of connection, a glimmer of something more. And in that moment, I knew that I wanted to see her again.
“Hey,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?” she replied, her eyes locked on mine.
“My name is Rick,” I said, a smile spreading across my face.
“I’m Karen,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
We stood there for a moment, our eyes locked in a silent understanding. And in that moment, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real.
“So, Karen,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?” she replied, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Want to grab some breakfast with me?” I asked, a smile spreading across my face.
“I’d love to,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
As we left the apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. I had no idea what the future held, but I knew one thing for sure – I wanted to spend more time with Karen.
And as we walked out into the bright sunlight, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
As we walked to the kitchen to grab some paper towels, Karen suddenly stopped and looked at me with a hint of nervousness.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my brow furrowed in concern.
“I just called into work,” she explained, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” I agreed, my eyes locked on hers.
As we quickly grabbed our phones and sent texts to our bosses, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. We were both taking the first step towards a new beginning, one that would be filled with possibility and promise.
As we stood there in the kitchen, our phones still in our hands, I felt a spark of excitement ignite within me. I knew that this was just the beginning of something special, something real.
“Leaving already?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” she replied, her voice laced with disappointment.
“Well, it’s still not quite dawn,” I said, a smile spreading across my face.
“Well…,” she hesitated, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Come back to bed,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Okay,” she agreed, a smile spreading across her face.
As we walked back into the bedroom, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. We were taking the first step towards a new beginning, one that would be filled with possibility and promise.
As we settled into bed, our bodies entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
And as we drifted off to sleep, our bodies locked together in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure, I knew that I would never forget this moment, this feeling of connection with someone.
As I woke up to the sound of her snoring, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. We were spooning, our bodies entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure. I slowly sat up, my eyes locked on hers, and smiled.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Morning,” I replied, my eyes locked on hers.
As we lay there in silence, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. We were taking the first step towards a new beginning, one that would be filled with possibility and promise.
As we slowly disentangled ourselves, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. We were finally starting to wake up, to face the reality of our situation.
“We should probably get some breakfast,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” she replied, her voice laced with disappointment.
As we stood up, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. We were taking the first step towards a new beginning, one that would be filled with possibility and promise.
As we walked to the kitchen, our bodies entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Morning,” I replied, my eyes locked on hers.
As we stood there in the kitchen, our bodies entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure, I knew that I would never forget this moment, this feeling of connection with someone.
“I’m glad we did that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Me too,” I replied, my eyes locked on hers.
As we stood there in the kitchen, our bodies entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
“So, if we are dating, then could you…?” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Do what with my mouth?” I asked, a sly smile spreading across my face.
“Yeah,” she replied, her voice laced with nervousness.
“I’m going to marry you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
We laughed, our bodies entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure. And as we stood there, our eyes locked on each other, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
As we stood there in the kitchen, our bodies entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure, I knew that I would never forget this moment, this feeling of connection with someone.
“I love you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I love you too,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
We stood there for a moment, our bodies entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure. And as we stood there, our eyes locked on each other, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
As we finally pulled away, I knew that I would never forget this moment, this feeling of connection with someone.
“We should probably get dressed,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” she replied, her voice laced with disappointment.
As we stood there in the kitchen, our bodies entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
As we finally disentangled ourselves, I knew that I would never forget this moment, this feeling of connection with someone.
“Let’s get married,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, let’s do it,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
We laughed, our bodies entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure. And as we stood there, our eyes locked on each other, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
As we stood there in the kitchen, our bodies entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure, I knew that I would never forget this moment, this feeling of connection with someone.
“We’ll be happy together,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I know we will,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
And as we finally pulled away, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
As we walked out of the apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. We were taking the first step towards a new beginning, one that would be filled with possibility and promise.
As we stood there on the sidewalk, our hands entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
And as we finally pulled away, I knew that I would never forget this moment, this feeling of connection with someone.
“I love you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I love you too,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
We stood there for a moment, our hands entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure. And as we stood there, our eyes locked on each other, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
As we finally pulled away, I knew that I would never forget this moment, this feeling of connection with someone.
“Let’s get married,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, let’s do it,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
We laughed, our hands entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure. And as we stood there, our eyes locked on each other, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
As we walked out of the apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. We were taking the first step towards a new beginning, one that would be filled with possibility and promise.
As we stood there on the sidewalk, our hands entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
And as we finally pulled away, I knew that I would never forget this moment, this feeling of connection with someone.
“I’m so glad we met,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Me too,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
We stood there for a moment, our hands entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure. And as we stood there, our eyes locked on each other, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.
As we finally pulled away, I knew that I would never forget this moment, this feeling of connection with someone.
“Let’s get married,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, let’s do it,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
We laughed, our hands entwined in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure. And as we stood there, our eyes locked on each other, I knew that our encounter had been more than just a one-night stand. It had been the beginning of something real, something special.