Writings about ex with benefits (4)
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Irreplaceable - Finale

Submitted by on February 7, 2016 (9 months ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Mature, Romance | Tags: ,

I realized that this story has been hanging on for so long, due to the fact that I don't know how to end this back then.  Apologies for the delay. 

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My feet felt heavy. I could not move. It felt like my feet were glued on the ground. Her words echoed inside my head “I’m seeing somebody else. I have moved on.” Every word seems like a poison to my heart. It’s killing me.

I headed to my hotel room. Andrea’s words reverberated as I walked my way there. I know that visiting Andrea will be a big risk. All along, I thought that my main agenda was to get her back but now, I felt devastated when she told me that she is seeing somebody else.

All my hopes were shattered in an instant. I felt sorry for myself but I know that I will get her back. I will not let her go this time, for whatever’s worth. I immediately rushed to the desk where my laptop is. I turned it on and patiently waited for it to boot. Every second felt like minutes and I am getting anxious. I hurriedly logged in my email and swiftly composed a message to Andrea.

I sent her the name of the hotel together with my hotel room number and I included the “Looking forward to meet with you tomorrow.” statement. I stared at my laptop screen, hoping that Andrea would respond to my email right away. My feet dragged me to the bed and I lay down, my eyes staring into nothingness.

The wall clock says it is already 8:30 PM and even though I felt the pang...

Irreplaceable - Part 2

Submitted by on December 10, 2015 (11 months ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance | Tags: , ,

Originally written by myself some two years ago. Part 1 was a repost from another site under a different user name. I just finished writing the part 2 today. 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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I didn’t know what to do. My heart was beating fast. I have anticipated that Andrea is angry at me, hate me, even. I know her, she’s as gentle as a lamb when she’s fine, but she can be a fire-breathing dragon when she’s mad. How many times I did cried when I was alone at home (fuck yeah, I do cry over Andrea) when we argued about something and I just can’t win over her. She’s just too stubborn and opinionated. She’s smart, she’s independent, she’s fun loving, and risk-taker. I could go on describing her until I run out of words to do so.

I paced around my room. I felt the need to do something about Andrea this time. Without thinking twice, I dialed her number again and she answered it right away. I immediately spoke before she could end the call again. “Listen, Andrea. I’m a jerk, I know…” I sighed and continued, “I was and am too afraid… too afraid.” Long silence. I could hear the noise from the background on Andrea’s end, yet she remained silent. “I need you.” I sounded pa...

Irreplaceable - Part 1

Submitted by on November 17, 2015 (1 year ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Mature, Romance, Toys and Masturbation | Tags: ,

Originally written by myself some two years ago. Repost from another site under a different user name. 
I reposted this few weeks back and deleted it, for a simple reason na may topak ako. 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Written in Josh's POV as part and parcel of my story "If We Ever Meet Again"

9AM. It was the same time I saw Andrea enter the coffee shop three months ago. I could still remember how she walked past me, put her bag on the empty chair next to her before she sat down. She smelled familiar, so I secretly glanced at her sideways. Damn! I could not see her face clearly. My curiosity grew stronger when she took out her phone.

And so I heard her voice, the voice that haunted me for the past three years. The voice that I longed to hear every time I am feeling down and depressed, the voice that I wanted to hear when I'm having sex with somebody else and wished that it was her I am with that time. My whole body froze. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to walk out of that coffee shop but my whole body was fixed there. 

She started the discussion with the guy she met up with. "Oh! A job interview. The guy was one lucky bastard for having her as his inter...

If We Ever Meet Again - Part 3

Submitted by on October 19, 2015 (1 year ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance | Tags: , , ,

Originally written by myself some two years ago. Repost from another site under a different user name.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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It was almost 11:30pm when I finished showering; I wrapped myself with a bathrobe and folded my soiled clothes neatly. I was not expecting Josh to be there. In fact, I wished for him to leave while I was taking a shower; yet he was still there. Our eyes met, and I faked a smile on him. I went over to the dresser to get clean undies and a tank top. I went inside the bathroom to put on my stuff and wrapped myself with bathrobe again.

I grabbed the pack of cigars on my side table. I took one stick, tapped it on my lighter and then I flicked it for a light. I opened the veranda and stood there while I puffed my cigar. I finished it in less than 5 minutes and then I lighted one more. "You can’t stay here for tonight." I told Josh with a shaky voice. “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t want you to. I don’t want to fucking see you!” I said irritably. "I'd like to stay here with you, just for one night -- ” I did not wait for him to finish his sentence. "Stop patronizing me." I said after I puffed my cigar.

Josh joined me in the veranda. I kept...

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