So. Last week I spent some time with my ex. My ex whom I had some pretty fucking kick-ass sex with. My ex who broke my heart not once but TWICE. My ex whom I continue to lust after hugely. That ex.
I finally told him that I'd be happy to sleep with him again despite my assertions that our sex life was over after the second breaking of my heart. And he rejected me with something like "ah, well... wouldn't want to hurt you again." This after trying so hard to get me to say I wanted to fuck him, still.
Tell me he's not manipulating me. And of course, once again I find myself on the verge of tears when I think about him.
Gosh, wonder why I'm not so hot to start sleeping around again.
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