Shortest horror story EVER – I had sex with my ex!
I broke up with my ex because he cheated on me with not just one, but five women! I was heartbroken, but I still never developed hatred towards him. Even after being cheated on, I wished we could get back together.
I remember waking up at odd hours breathing heavy and crying into my pillow. Every time I saw him going about his day in college, my face would sink a little. Social media made it worse. Looking at pictures of him with his ‘new’ girlfriend wasn’t easy. Initially, I thought this was a rebound, but I was wrong. They got engaged three years later. The news was all over my feed and that’s when I knew I had to move on too.
I felt caged living in Mumbai. There was this constant fear of bumping into him at the mall or at a restaurant. Was it fear or did I secretly want it to happen, I do not know. But moving out of the city seemed like the right thing to do. I wanted to get my life back on track and needed some time out from my friends and family as well. I was tired of explaining to people why I was behaving the way I was and grew tired of their eyes full of pity for me. And so I moved to Vapi, my hometown.
I Made A Choice To Move On…
In those six months, I detached myself from social media completely. The less I saw, the quicker I healed. When I got back to Mumbai, I started things on a clean slate. I took up a course in photography and that’s where I met Rohan*. Friendship was the foundation of our relationship and Rohan was a dream to live with. Unlike my ex, he ha no skeletons in his closet. If issues would arise between us, we’d talk it out and get over it together. He pulled me out from my dark phase and taught me how to love again.
Everything was going fine until I got added to a college reunion group on Whatsapp. One of my old friends was hosting a party and since I was confident that both my ex and I had moved on and matured as people, I decided to go for it.
But you know, life writes your destiny, not you. At the reunion party, things were going amazing until my ex walked in. I mean, I’d moved on, I was in a stable relationship, then why did my heart skip a beat when I saw him? I don’t know what got into me that night but I found myself switching back to my old self. My self-esteem took a hit and I was left feeling vulnerable all over again.
And it was after a round of spin the bottle that I realised our chemistry was still alive. At first, I was apprehensive to kiss him, but the cheer, alcohol and residual emotions, encouraged me to take up the dare. I walked up to him, cupped his face in my hands and kissed him. What was surprising was that he didn’t pull back either. Our kiss was passionate and raw and we both felt a special connection. We weren’t thinking straight and our actions were driven by our emotions. Before I knew it, we were together in the room.
Lust Is Destructive
The moment we switched off the lights, his hands were all over my body. There he was passionately sucking my breasts and stimulating my pleasure spots with his fingers. He still knew exactly what I liked! He quickly turned me on my stomach and began thrusting me from the behind. There was so much anger and lust bottled up within us that this amplified the experience. We were like two wild animals at it. It was really the best sex I’d ever had.
I remember sharing the bed with him that night. But I woke up to a coldhearted message in the morning that read, “I’m sorry. Whatever happened between us is one big huge mistake. I wish you the best!” And with that, he was gone.
While my ex is getting married to his fiancee next month, I have managed to shoot another love dove in the face. I told my boyfriend about what happened that night and he’s asked for a break. I get that it is a tough pill to swallow and I want to give him all the space he needs. I’ve played dirty and I own up to it. If it’s in my destiny, we will get back together.
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