Sandra.C was my beautiful ex girlfriend.
Explicitly, I knew what she was like. I knew everything about her. I knew her sexual preferences. What turns her on. I knew her favourite positions, her sexual techniques.....particularly how she masturbates a guy......her technique....what happens when she orgasms.....her facial expressions.....what she looked like naked....her private parts.... what she smells like and tasted like.
Yet she had an affair with my best friend Dan.
I am writing this real life story because it is my way of letting go of this girl I meet 8 or years ago. I needed express in some detail some of the encounters we had sexual speaking. I needed to write graphically how she was and hopefully clear some of the jealous memories I still have and turn the fetishes I had with her to just hot fantasies. I am not an author, I am just an ordinary guy needing to express some stuff. So in her memory then.
Those were the painful admissions but weirder still, I got off somewhat thinking about her. She was my girlfriend for over 2 years. The affair with a close mate destroyed me at the time and still does. Her name was Sandra. She was of Korean descent born in the US.
The strange thing was I fantasied a lot about her with him. It both hurts and arouses me. Odd right? perhaps not that odd, its just that I am willing to admit it eh? and most people don't say so but after all, this is an adult site where we should feel free to express our somewhat weird desires. It's pretty much what I am doing. I needed to "get it off my chest."
This is the final story in a series of handjob stories. If this is not for you, you are welcome to finish reading from this point....
Imagining my ex girlfriend with my ex good mate hurts me, made me jealous but weirdly it did excite me, cause I suppose I knew what she was like...she liked what I liked....she loved giving me handjobs and I enjoyed reciprocating either simultaneously or separately. That isn't to say we spent no time with other normal sexual activities. I had my fetishes and so did she. One of hers was she got off masturbating me and for that matter other guys, so she used to tell me in very graphic details:) but I encouraged her of course. I was fortunate to have met her...someone who enjoyed doing what turned me on.
Just a little background. We meet at a university. We were immediately attracted to each other. She was easy to talk to, fun, sociable, beautiful sexy smile and I felt at ease with her. Her eyes had this unusual glow when something excited her.
I still remember with fondness our first date. We were in our early twenties. It was memorable cause she brought me a small gift. It wasn't chocolate or anything similar to that. I suppose she knew I loved all things tech so I was surprised that she actually brought me a powerbank....one of the earlier ones. I know it sounds funny. Probably cost her a small fortune as that was a few years ago. And I still got it would you believe...cause even I was surprised.
Anyway it hurts so good actually, to tell you the truth. The pleasure she must be giving him hurts every time I think about it. So I kind of try not to. Unfortunately for me, love was one aspect of our relationship l couldn't shake off, making thoughts of them together all the more painful but as I said it brings back memories of our physical relationship.
So for now I will concentrate on the physical aspects of our time together as this part brought back a lot of good times....some pretty hot stuff and graphic detail to boot. I found it therapeutic to talk about it and then writing about it even some of the intimate details as I feel it as a way of de-stressing. It wasn't easy losing someone you thought you had a great deal of intimacy with and you thought this is it and she was for me. So when I talk graphically about her...yeah it gave a sense of release.
The other painful aspect of it was she secretly had an affair with Dan, a close friend, not just someone unknown, for probably weeks while we were together. The part that hurts, was she was probably touching him intimately while doing the same with me. No surprises that we are not mates anymore.
We live and learn and I must have really been in "in love" as looking back I did notice a few things different when we made love...even down her small talk..... how she touched me...she seem extra horny at times. And of course I took it as just pure lust.
But I do get wound up like a wounded animal when I imagine her working on him. And other times I am stroking myself to orgasm very quickly, cause the erotic thoughts kept popping up in my head.
It wasn't just me imagining them together but also stories of some of our naughty "adventures" which I do think about when I am in that mood. And boy it does provide the relief especially when I am alone or with someone.
I still love this girl....the way she teased me.....the way she kissed me even in such public places....I am stroking while writing this.....I loved how she licked her hand....the intense stares and that beautiful
smirk.....thats what makes me jealous. I do miss those intimate moments. I do miss her, being honest here. But now, she's still with him.
She was really a cool girl, friendly in nature and funny to boot. A real lady and extremely sexy demeanour. Physically striking with gorgeous eyes and creamy white skin with wavy black locks to her shoulders. She was my real girl next door.