I had an Ex-girlfriend that gave the type of head that Homer would have written a long ass poem about, fucked like Roller Girl, and was generally my best friend and confidant. Her skill set was legendary, but obvious by the prefix “ex” she didn’t make it to my finish line. Going back to her was always out of the question but please believe whenever we could find time we would still smash like nothing changed. There was no talk about the break up, no talk about who we were currently fucking, it was two people, who knew how to make each other cum without trying, having fun. Man Law: You cannot cut good pussy off cold turkey. I don’t care if she keyed your car during the break up and called your mother a bitch, if her shit was yanktastic that pussy will telepathically call out for a rematch. You will think to yourself, “one more time and I’m done”, but if you're weak willed one more time will become two, five, hell even twenty more times. There is nothing wrong with fucking your Ex a few extra times to get it out of your system, the problem comes when you can’t wean yourself off. The thing I’ve found with every girlfriend I’ve ever had is just because we broke up romantically doesn’t mean we’ve broken up sexually. The Ex I described in my opening, I had to cut her completely out of my life in order to stop having sex with her. Technically we were just friends, but I knew that every time we were alone in a car or a house we were going to fuck. My will power is amazing, but my fully erect dick was no match for the fond memories of her hall of fame pussy. So I made a decision, if I wanted to get serious with other girls she had to go.
On the other side of the fence we have those who can't wean themselves off of their Ex, women who can’t leave the dick alone and men who can’t cut the coochie loose. It’s so easy to say “stop seeing that person” but we are all creatures of habit, we like the original movie, not the remake, we need the old Facebook newsfeed, not the tick...
