I didn't get enough attention today

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Send me a message with something kinky you miss about an ex.

Men or woman welcome- I'm straight (28f/ upstate NY) but always enjoy chatting with the other woman on here.

I miss a guy I used to bang in college who let me look at the nudes his long distance girlfriend would send him. He even let me sext with her once. That was reallllllllllly fun.
 
I didn't get any attention today my ex always gave me a blow job after fire works it somehow always turned her on. Ill always miss that!!
 
I didn't get any attention today my ex always gave me a blow job after fire works it somehow always turned her on. Ill always miss that!!


Was that the only time she did? Very specific fetish.....
 
When I was 25, I dated thsi 31 one year old.black chick. Both of.us loved to do.it.all night long. By morning, there would be a ton of cum.in her stomach and it would.ouverflow and.keak out.her pussy. I never had it so gooin bed...
 
Cyber.sex

I.once.met.a.playmate.who.was.getting.off.on.punctuation.
She literally placed.a...after.every.word.

I love period cyber sex
 
Ill share here as well, after the PM I sent.

One of my exes would love to dress in fishnets, specifically for me to dominate her by threatening to rip them. She would believe me, nearly every time, that I was finally going to do it. There was a permanently stretched hold in the crotch where my dick was assigned.

Another ex, after we broke up, would still be fucking other people. I would dominate her by emphasizing her sluttiness and take her in the exact same ways she described her last fucking, making sure to bite and sting for every little moan that wasn't aimed at me. She loved being my little roving whore.
 
Something kinky about an ex…

Hmmm.

It was my first year of college I was out having dinner with my best friend. I had just turned eighteen.I had been living with my alcoholic mom in Section 8 housing (The"Projects") in St.Paul. We were dining in a semi-fancy place. My roommate was teaching me which fork to use when.

I saw the guy across the restaurant. He was older than my dad. He was with his Trophy Wife and Trophy daughters. Each daughter was older than I. He was balding. What silver he had left was closely cropped. He had a severe look about him except when he smiled, which he did a lot, including at me. It was fascinating, but creepy in a "I would never ever do that" kind of way.

He finally sent the waiter over with his business card on a tray. His card said he was Head of Litigation at a downtown Law firm that even I recognized from the News. He had written in his 'ho'phone. My face felt hot. I realized I was blushing. When I looked up he was smiling at me.

It took me a while to get up the nerve to dial the number.

"Are you Little Black Dress?" He asked in a smooth, lawyerly, matter of fact voice.

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"Jamie."

"Do you want to go out with me, Jamie?"

"Yes." I didn't know if I teally wanted to or not, but it was all kind of hypno. Whatever he asked I wanted to say, "yes."

The rest of the conversation was like a deposition. Later I realized I had told him all kinds of things I didn't really mean to, like about the first time I had sex and what I did with my EXBF.

Before he rang off he said. "I'll pick you up at eight. Wear your little black dress, and Jamie? " He added, "Nothing else."

He was the best sex ever.

(I know. I know, "How BIG was he?" I don't know. Really I don't. I'm sixty one inches tall and weigh 95 lbs. They ALL look HUGE to me.")

All we did was fuck. He wasn't into oral or anal or fancy positions, but he liked kissing me and making me cum and sometimes he liked to tie my hands. He liked to get me a little drunk or stoned and then fuck me in the back of his limo while we drove around. I didn't think about it then, but it seems pretty kinky now.

When he fucked me it was finesse itself. He'd cuddle me next to him and finger me until I couldn't stand it. Then he'd put one hand on my ass and slowly roll me onto his lap. My dress would ride up as I straddled his lap and his cock would just slide into me perfectly. No groping, no fumbling. He never missed.

I'd straddle his lap, one little bare foot next to his knee on either side, my bare thighs against his smooth wool trousers, my shins on the smooth black leather seats. We never got undressed. He unzipped and I just pulled up my dress. We must have ruined a bunch of his trousers.

We "dated" for most of the semester. It wasn't a relationship. Sometimes he was severe, even cold, to me. I somehow bring that out in older, highly intelligent men. He talked to me during sex, though, and I realized I was responding to his words as much as to his cock. He used my name and actually had a vocabulary to talk about sex without having to keep saying "slut" and "bitch" and "cock " and "cunt" over and over.

Or at all.

My roommate was like, "You're being an escort, Jamie. You should be getting a thousand a weekend"

I was on a dance scholarship. It was rempting. But he kept calling me and I kept going out with him.

Finally he stopped calling. I went into withdrawal. I thought I loved him. At least I cared about him. I hoped he was all right. I called his 'ho'phone a few times but he never picked up or called back.

I'm used to relationships cratering, so I had a good cry and moved on.

It wasn't a "relationship" anyway.

But I'll never forget him.

Love,

Jamie
 
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Something kinky about an ex…

Hmmm.

It was my first year of college I was out having dinner with my best friend. I had just turned eighteen.I had been living with my alcoholic mom in Section 8 housing (The"Projects") in St.Paul. We were dining in a semi-fancy place. My roommate was teaching me which fork to use when.

I saw the guy across the restaurant. He was older than my dad. He was with his Trophy Wife and Trophy daughters. Each daughter was older than I. He was balding. What silver he had left was closely cropped. He had a severe look about him except when he smiled, which he did a lot, including at me. It was fascinating, but creepy in a "I would never ever do that" kind of way.

He finally sent the waiter over with his business card on a tray. His card said he was Head of Litigation at a downtown Law firm that even I recognized from the News. He had written in his 'ho'phone. My face felt hot. I realized I was blushing. When I looked up he was smiling at me.

It took me a while to get up the nerve to dial the number.

"Are you Little Black Dress?" He asked in a smooth, lawyerly, matter of fact voice.

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"Jamie."

"Do you want to go out with me, Jamie?"

"Yes." I didn't know if I teally wanted to or not, but it was all kind of hypno. Whatever he asked I wanted to say, "yes."

The rest of the conversation was like a deposition. Later I realized I had told him all kinds of things I didn't really mean to, like about the first time I had sex and what I did with my EXBF.

Before he rang off he said. "I'll pick you up at eight. Wear your little black dress, and Jamie? " He added, "Nothing else."

He was the best sex ever.

(I know. I know, "How BIG was he?" I don't know. Really I don't. I'm sixty one inches tall and weigh 95 lbs. They ALL look HUGE to me.")

All we did was fuck. He wasn't into oral or anal or fancy positions, but he liked kissing me and making me cum and sometimes he liked to tie my hands. He liked to get me a little drunk or stoned and then fuck me in the back of his limo while we drove around. I didn't think about it then, but it seems pretty kinky now.

When he fucked me it was finesse itself. He'd cuddle me next to him and finger me until I couldn't stand it. Then he'd put one hand on my ass and slowly roll me onto his lap. My dress would ride up as I straddled his lap and his cock would just slide into me perfectly. No groping, no fumbling. He never missed.

I'd straddle his lap, one little bare foot next to his knee on either side, my bare thighs against his smooth wool trousers, my shins on the smooth black leather seats. We never got undressed. He unzipped and I just pulled up my dress. We must have ruined a bunch of his trousers.

We "dated" for most of the semester. It wasn't a relationship. Sometimes he was severe, even cold, to me. I somehow bring that out in older, highly intelligent men. He talked to me during sex, though, and I realized I was responding to his words as much as to his cock. He used my name and actually had a vocabulary to talk about sex without having to keep saying "slut" and "bitch" and "cock " and "cunt" over and over.

Or at all.

My roommate was like, "You're being an escort, Jamie. You should be getting a thousand a weekend"

I was on a dance scholarship. It was rempting. But he kept calling me and I kept going out with him.

Finally he stopped calling. I went into withdrawal. I thought I loved him. At least I cared about him. I hoped he was all right. I called his 'ho'phone a few times but he never picked up or called back.

I'm used to relationships cratering, so I had a good cry and moved on.

It wasn't a "relationship" anyway.

But I'll never forget him.

Love,

Jamie

Okay..wow..too dam hot
 
Think you have the balls for it?

I dated an art major that's now an ex

She'd paint her eyes dark and smokey. Always wore men's jeans (mid '70's) that were too big at her waistline, but her hips were sexy as all get out. She wore work boots before it was fashionable. She wore one of her father's dress shirts (I believe it was a Brooks Brother {he was an urban planned and worked for the mayor}) Many bracelets on her wrist that clanged

More to come
 
Send me a message with something kinky you miss about an ex.

Men or woman welcome- I'm straight (28f/ upstate NY) but always enjoy chatting with the other woman on here.

I miss a guy I used to bang in college who let me look at the nudes his long distance girlfriend would send him. He even let me sext with her once. That was reallllllllllly fun.

I miss a lover I once had. We went out for lunch at a roast beef place. Then after she took me to a park and in the lot she gave me road head! The roast beef was good too!
 
I was once lucky enough to have woman love me who squirted. The first time we fucked was in a big dog house. We fucked on her parents bed, their pool table,the kitchen table and in my car, at the beach and in my apartment. Once we were traveling from Ft Worth to Houston one night . We were kissing and she wanted me to finger her while we were kissing and I was driving.After a hundred miles or so, I had to stop and shovel all the water off the seats. She was the best fuck I ever ad in my life, and I have had some nice ones.
 
My last ex stayed in a hotel with me for a couple weeks over winter. He forbid clothing in bed the entire time. What's funny is I think he liked fucking face to face, but I couldn't get enough of it when he came in from behind. Every time, almost immidiately, it got to the point where I would beg for it, he could have asked me to do anything and I probably would have at the time. Once when we went out, he told me that he would do it when we got back if I was a good girl, undressed, and got in position for him when we returned. You better believe I nearly dropped everything when we got back in. I feel bad sometimes that I miss his cock more than him as a person. Maybe it would be different if there was more of that.
 
My one ex actually walked in on me cheating. I told her it was her fault because she didn't fuck me enough. She was dumb, because we fucked at least once a day. I just loved cheating. After I was caught, she would ask me if I cheated that day. If I said yes, she would want to hear about it. All the while, she would begin going down on me. I guess it really turned her on. I miss that
 
One girl I knew for awhile would only orgasm when I massaged her feet. We would kiss and stroke and have sex different ways, but for her to get off, the best way was to sit facing each other on the bed, and I'd fuck both of her feet wrapped around my cock. We'd use a lot of lube and I loved pushing the tip of my dick between her toes as much as I could. She would be squirming and would hardly have to touch herself to cum.
 
I was once lucky enough to have woman love me who squirted. The first time we fucked was in a big dog house. We fucked on her parents bed, their pool table,the kitchen table and in my car, at the beach and in my apartment. Once we were traveling from Ft Worth to Houston one night . We were kissing and she wanted me to finger her while we were kissing and I was driving.After a hundred miles or so, I had to stop and shovel all the water off the seats. She was the best fuck I ever ad in my life, and I have had some nice ones.
Bringing new meaning to driving while distracted
 
I think I have a fond sexual memory or 'thing that I miss' with every ex I've ever had. Doesn't everyone? Constant back catalog of masturbation fodder. Anyway...

The girlfriend I had in college would almost always climax when I did. She was my first so I didn't appreciate how rare that was. She also REALLY liked when I would cum inside her and she could 'feel' it. I miss the way that would turn her on.
 
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