Sex With an Ex
The Astrology Edit - Leo x Aries
I saw him out of the corner of my eye on the dancefloor. He was so cute - dark hair, cheeky grin, and…
a plaster cast on his right arm.
I remember at the time thinking I hope he’s got a cool story. A grown man with a plaster cast; he’s either super clumsy, sporty or heroic. Turns out it was kinda all three.
I can’t recall the exact incident, but I believe it was a sporting accident due to clumsiness and it turned out, he was a police officer. Oh, and did I mention, he was Irish?
I think his accent had my panties wet from the get go, as well as his slick moves on the dancefloor.
The chemistry between us was undeniable. We couldn’t get enough of each other.
I don’t even remember where my friends went, I was so wrapped up in him - literally.
Hands gliding all over each other, passionate kisses that would have had onlookers blushing, and a hard cock pushed up against me as we pulsed and swayed to the music.
It wasn’t long before we decided it was time to take all this heat elsewhere.
The walk out of the club felt almost unbearable. I was nervous, talking fast, trying to act normal, but I was also so frigging horny. I couldn’t wait to sit in the back seat and makeout with him again.
It was actually my birthday. And because the universe has a twisted sense of humour, I’d spent most of the night trying not to think about the fact I was on my period.
Not that it seemed to be slowing either of us down.
By the time the cab arrived I was beginning to wonder what I was getting myself into. Where were we even headed? Could I trust this man? He seemed trustworthy, and he was a cop… My girlfriend made sure my phone had plenty of battery before kissing me goodbye and telling me to have fun. But she needn’t have worried.
He was actually very sweet once we got back to his unit. He introduced me to his brother, showed me photos of his family on the fridge, before leading me upstairs to his bedroom.
He sat down on the bed - awkwardly as he accommodated is broken arm - and I started to strip for him. I had on thigh high boots, and a little matching skirt and top. I pulled the bow on my top slowly - inch by inch - slowly revealing the black bralette beneath and the swell of my breasts with every breath I took. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, before removing one long boot at a time, all the while he lay there watching me. I could see the hunger in his eyes and the bulge in his pants.
