Better Things to Do

There were better things to do than think about my ex-husband and how he hurt me.

And as my body shuddered in a near orgasm I knew I was doing one of them. I bounced on the lap of this random guy that I had found on Tindr, enjoying myself.

I didn’t even remember his name. It didn’t matter. I just wanted to get laid. That’s why I was there.

I grunted and pushed my body up and down.

His eyes appraised me, finding me desirable as he played with my nipples, twisting and pinching them before he gripped my entire breast. They were a bit saggy, but I still found them attractive enough.

He started to work his hips up and down, using the little leverage that he could muster to start fucking me harder and harder.

I panted as my body worked up and down. My eyes closed. I didn’t much care what this guy looked like. I just wanted to be filled with cock. I’d have to look up his name on the app after this was over and send him a thank you note before I ghosted him.

That was how I worked these days. Just ghosting my lovers.

No one would ever be able to hurt me like he did. I wouldn’t give them that chance. Maybe it wasn’t healthy, but at least it got me off.

“I’m close.” This guy grunted at me.

“Just a bit longer,” I begged, gripping his shoulders so I could grind my pussy against him harder.

“Damn it. I’m trying.” He moved his hands from my breasts to my hips to try to control my movement.

That was what I needed. Just this guy’s body to fuck me hard and give me everything he had.

We managed to cascade into a bittersweet orgasm together. His cock throbbed as he filled the condom he wore and I collapsed as my pussy fluttered around him, my core muscles working hard to pull more of the sweet juices from his balls.

“Damn, that was good, girl” He slapped my ass as we gathered our wits back up from where we had scattered them.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I shrugged. “Thanks.”

“Hey, no problem. Did you want to go get that dinner?”

I shook my head. “Nah, that was fine. I think we’re alright now.”

I got dressed without another word and left. It was probably considered bad manners because he called after me, but I really didn’t want to look at his face anymore. I just wanted to be alone and deal with the emotions I had used him to run from.

It was getting harder and harder to hide from the truth these days.

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