Ex Sex: Is it really worth it?

When you have quite a voracious sexual appetite (like me), and you are not getting anywhere nearly enough action (like me), is it ok to do the 'Ex Sex' thing? It doesn't really work for me and I really can't be doing with the 'aftermath'. If I wanted to lie in bed with him, cuddling and talking, I probably wouldn't have asked him to leave in the first place. We have an arrangement whereby if I am wanting sex, I text him and he comes through and gives me what I want. I am trying to decide if it is worth all the texts and hassle in between these times when I am so desperate that I am reduced to shagging someone I don't want to be with anymore. In my defense, he knows what he is doing and his cock is large, not monstrous, but certainly filling and he can bring me off very quickly and extremely satisfactorily.

Had one of these 'episodes' last night. Once I got in my bed, I was gagging for it. I rubbed my puss through the white lace knickers I had on and in seconds I was absolutely saturated. So I text the Ex telling him I wanted sex and he let me know he'd be through in half an hour. It's normally a good thing he lives so far away.... So I unlocked the front door and took the chain off and went back to bed, waiting, rubbing my nipples and clit.

He opened the door and crept quietly through the house, came into the bedroom and lifted the duvet from me. In an instant his tongue was on the crotch of my wet knickers, lapping away at my taste. He ran his hands over my backside, slipping his fingers inside and down my cleft, finding my arse. As he pulled my knickers to the side so his mouth could drink from my pussy, he wet his finger with my come and gently rubbed my asshole. Then his tongue started to lick me there, lapping and probing whilst he filled my pussy with his fingers. I was gushing because I was so horny. I'm on my hands and knees so that my lace covered arse is in his face with the soaking crotch of my knickers pulled to the side. They are so wet, that they're staying there without needing to be held.

He turned me over, onto my back, spreading my legs as wide as he could before putting a finger inside me. I was so wet and ready that there was barely any point so he quickly added another. Already my juice is streaming from me and has changed from sticky and slick to a more water like viscosity. As his fingers quickly move in and out of me, I am rubbing my clit and thrusting myself onto his hand. A third finger goes in and he twists his hand and as I rub and press down on myself, I start to squirt everywhere. The smell is thickly musky and I am panting and groaning and he is thrusting into me continuously, making me come again and again, with every time his fingers slide back in.

I'm so 'up there' that my come is splashing not only on him and his stomach, but onto his chest and face and also back onto me. He swaps his hands over, brings palmfuls of my liquid and throwing it onto my chest where he rubs it in and then sucks it off nipples like bullets. The bed is soaked around his knees and underneath me where my come is pooling. he flips me over onto my knees again, grabs my hair and rams his cock into me. I love it and push back onto him as he pulls my head back, calling me a dirty bitch because I've made such a mess.

He'd normally give me a few bites at this point, but doesn't because there are already faint marks on the back of my neck from a snogging sesh with an old school friend during the week (no sex, I've known him since I was five and still want to be friends with him in another thirty years). He's annoyed about them but also adores them in a masochistic way. I don't want his mouth over where someone else's mouth has been so recently though, so tell him to fk off. The fact that I am telling him to leave someone else's marks alone and laughing seems to do quite a lot for him and he grabs my waist and really starts fucking me furiously. I come and he shoots his load all over my knickers and pussy. He starts to finger his spunk into me, which I normally like (having been with him for 126 years, this is acceptable between us). I was done though, and just wanted him to leave.

These, pimps and bitches, are the bits he doesn't get; The sex will always be on my terms and when I want it, never when he wants it. I want him to 'service' me, to make me come and feel like I have been fucked. I want him to leave immediately after, without exchanging pleasantries. I do not want to talk, or hug, or cuddle or even lie in the same bed and I certainly do not want to 'talk it over' the next, or any other day. *sigh* He can't do it though, and these are the reasons Ex Sex is bad. The reasons it's good are obvious, you've been with your ex for so long, they know exactly what to do to make you come like a freight train.

I have had to take all covers off my bed this morning, even the mattress protector, and wash them. Note to self: must get a towel!!!

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