My cock is on the smaller side so my girlfriend and I use toys sometimes to compensate.
She just told me today that the 7-8 inch dildo I’ve been using on her was made from a mold of her hs boyfriend’s cock.
im so conflicted and don’t know how to feel about it
My gf was an oral cumdump for her college ex and it drives me crazy to know it.
Her college boyfriend in the summer before freshman year of college was her same bf of multiple years from hs. They had never had sex bc she was afraid to do it.
She admitted to me before that he was getting tired of not being able to fuck her, so the bjs she was giving him were getting more and more frequent and rougher and rougher.
The worst part was that she really didn’t want to have sex with him, and it resulted in her asking me for advice as a guy to make him cum faster during blowjobs. She was intentionally trying to make me jealous too, she specifically asked stuff I liked in bjs, then told me after she’d be giving that a try to make him cum faster; she literally told me she was getting tired of super long bjs.
The worst detail that still makes me cum is that she complained to me that ball licking seemed to be helping speed things up because it “wasn’t her favorite to do”
The girl I love licked another guys balls to help him cum at my advice. God damnit.
One more detail; I asked her where he usually came and she went “always in my mouth. He had my well trained.”
I had sex with my ex, and it was the best sex I ever had.
To put this into perspective, we dated during my senior year of hs, he was three years older (everything legal), and he was my first. I waited for the right one, what can I say, and he was all that, and he kind of jump started my sexuality. It is enough to say, that he was the most exciting part of my sexual life, no man after him came even close, and after he left me, for another girl, I was devastated.
I had a total of two men after him, a short term relationship with a guy at college, and then my ex husband, with whom I shared ten lovely years, before we split. Neither of them was capable of fulfilling my sexual needs, that he made so wast and diverse, and in the end, that is how I ended up in a place like this one.
Now, to the deed, we met at an event my employer organized, and he was glad to see me, and we talked, and giggled, like it hasn't been 20 years. We both knew something will happen, even though I saw his ring, and we did it at my place and it was wonderful. It wasn't spectacular, just a missionary, and lots of passion.
Of course, I knew that it was just a one night thing, but I can't stop thinking about him, and I can't stop feeling melancholic, confronted with the fact, that I will never find a man like him, someone who matches me the way he does.
I know this is not super exciting, but I felt the urge to share.
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