I have a date today. With a man I met 8 years ago. Beautiful..

I have a date today. With a man I met 8 years ago. Beautiful man. Good looking in every way. I can almost feel his cock sliding around inside of me already, and it’s making me squirm in my chair. The passion I had with this guy was unbelievable. He once fucked me in some stranger’s backyard on the outdoor lounge chair. He rearranged my insides until I came and then pumped his balls empty into my guts. I remember it like it was yesterday. We made a little too much noise, and the lights came on, and I left a trail of his sperm across their patio deck as we ran away naked. We were together for a few years. The sex only got better. The relationship…not so much. I’m a hard person to be with…he was impossible to be with. Mostly because he was married, though, he’s not anymore. It was the excitement of sex that kept us together for so long. It’s easy to mistake that for a meaningful relationship. More so on his part, though. I was comfortable just being his cock socket a few times a week. I was the one who drifted away because the sex got less and less, and when I pushed the issue, he would get defensive about it. He used to do all the little things that make a relationship work. Like finger fuck me under the table while ordering dinner. Then fuck me on the bathroom sink in the same restaurant while we waited for the meal to arrive. It felt like one day, he just lost interest. I figured he got bored, or he was feeling guilty about cheating on his wife, or a little of both. When we would fuck, his dick wouldn’t get hard, or if it did, it would go soft. So often that I was getting impatient with him. Limp dick became such a constant I would wonder why he even bothered trying because we already knew the outcome. When I told him to go see a doctor and see about getting a professional medical opinion, like a dumbass, he refused. Eventually, though, he did. Only after he caught me fucking a couple of other guys. It’s not like we were married, and I like dick. Dick is more important to me than the emotional aspect of the relationship. It always has been, and it always will be and he wasn’t slipping his dick in my guts anymore. So, I found a couple of other guys more than happy to pump my holes full of sperm. He eventually got the prescription and took the pills, and they worked like magic. His dick was harder than it ever was. But something else changed. Our sex life went from the most intense fucking I have ever had to seriously mediocre by-the-numbers fucking. I wouldn’t even cum. I would have to finish myself off later thinking about other men. Unfortunately for him, the breeding sessions these other studs were giving me were vastly superior. There was really no point in keeping him around. I told him I was through with our thing, and he flipped out. He accused me of only being interested in him for sex. He was right. I thought he already knew that. My attraction to him was his constant reckless sexual drive. We got busted fucking in the stairwell of a hotel we weren’t even staying in. He would have me suck his dick in elevators. If I was in a car with him, I more than likely had his dick in my mouth. I would be licking his balls while he was on the phone with his wife. It was amazing sex. But he just stopped. So, I stopped seeing him. Now I’m going to see him today. I remember him mostly in the best of ways. So, if he fingers me in public…then I know we might have something going on. If he is wishy-washy and starts talking about his feelings…I’ll nod my head, smile, and then be on my way. I’ll let you know.