I have tried to get over the addiction to my former lover but for some reason I just can't. Always he's at the back of my mind. Ours had been an on-and-off type of relationship. One minute I loved and adored him, the next minute I wanted to murder his lying, cheating ass. He makes me laugh; at the same time, he knows how to make me cry. I could be mad with him on Monday, but come Friday we've made up and we're back fucking again.
That's one other thing about Saul that I love: he really, really knows how to fuck. Maybe it's because he's black, from Nigeria, whereas I'm a naive white girl from the mid-west, but I cannot get enough of his huge cock.
Oh yes, that wasn't a mistake what I just said. My former lover has the greatest cock I've ever had inside me. So you should know, I'm not the loose type of girl. Matter of fact, Saul is only the third lover I've ever had. But the rest don't compare to him.
He knows how to eat my pussy;
He fucks me till I scream;
And he always, always makes me cum.
Saul can be fun, but the problem is he's no long-term fun. Talking about the future with Saul was always a waste of time. Our last break-up was the final straw for me. I quit answering his calls and made sure I had nothing to do with him at all. Weeks passed and he seemed to get the message because he eventually stopped calling. Never once did he come by my place to make up, which was the sign I needed to say he too had moved on.
Months went by and I found myself a new man called Jeremy. He was decent and very sweet. He always treated me fine, and my parents liked him too. He was no Saul in bed, but I figured I could look past that and learn to love the rest of him.
Everything was going fine until three weeks ago when two events happened simultaneously that brought me to the dilemma of where I'm at presently. The first was that Jeremy proposed marriage to me. We were having dinner at a cosy restaurant that happened to be one of our favourite hangout spots when he dropped to one knee and whipped out an engagement ring. My mouth must have fallen to the floor when he did that; the entire room exploded in merriment. I can't say if it was the happiest day of my life, but it's a top five.
The second thing that happened occurred earlier that afternoon. I got an unannounced visitor at the travel agency office building where I work — someone whom I hadn't laid eyes on in months.
It was Saul.
He was looking notably different. Rather subdued, unlike the usual self I'd always known. We had lunch and tried catching up on old times. I knew he was going to make a move on me, and as I expected, he did. He talked about missing me, and how upset he had been when we broke off, and how he'd love to make it up to me.
For the next couple of days I sat in my office wearing my engagement ring, undecided about my feelings. I still cared for Saul, but I knew he hadn't changed. I hadn't told him yet of my engagement. So I called him up and told him we needed to talk and he told me to come by his apartment.
I didn't know it then, but that call was what decided my fate before I even knew it.
I quit my office early and went over to his apartment. Saul is a recording artist. He is often on the road which made it very convenient for him to sleep around without hurting my feelings, even though I knew the deal. When he wasn't on the road, he was seldom at his apartment.
This time, he was.
We had coffee and then I told him why I couldn't be seen with him again. If I was expecting him to look surprised when I showed him the ring, I was mistaken.
"Who's the lucky guy?"
