Sleeping With My Ex Novels & Stories

"Bad habit. Getting worse." I pulled him down and kissed him. Slower now. The fever had broken, and what was left felt terrifyingly tender. We lay side by side in the narrow bed, my leg thrown over his, his hand tracing absent circles on my hip. The breeze from the window had turned cold, raising goosebumps on my skin. He pulled the sheet over us without being asked. "So," I said. "So." "I just slept with my therapist's son." "In her house." "In her house. In her son's bed. While she's out counselling someone else about their life choices."

I chuckled realizing how our relationship has changed so much that we could not even talk to each other. Previously we used to share everything and even if we were silent it was a comfortable silence but now this silence was dreadful. I can't sit with him like this. I quickly finished my dinner, washed my plate and went to my room. I changed into my night suit and slept on the bed. I felt the bed dip and realized that he was sleeping beside me. What? He is sleeping on bed with me. The last time he slept with me was when I had cut my foot and pleaded him not to leave me.

He hums a little as I do. He turns to watch me throw the clothes down. His eyes were burning a hole in me. Where the hell had this tension come from? What, now that I'd made up with Ike my libido was back and ready to go? I'd been sharing a bed with Nate for weeks now and had never felt the desire to jump his bones so bad in that entire time. Was it dirty to sleep with one mate, and then the other mere hours later? I had taken a shower; did that make it better?

she exclaimed incredulously. Damien grabbed his cup of coffee, sipping it bit by little until he finally got off the couch to face Serena who was still stunned to realize everything that had happened. "How does it feel to go back to your ex-husband's bed?" that piercing question really embarrassed Serena and gripped tightly the blanket she was holding to cover her body. Serena blushed then replied, "Last night was a mistake I never imagined. I never had any intention of going back to anyone." Damien smiled obliquely as if laughing at Serena's words.

(Natalia) At exactly two in the morning, I decided to just give up on sleeping and get up. I’d been tossing and turning for hours now at the thought that the man who broke my heart was the same man who had his head between my legs, who licked me and sucked me like there was no tomorrow, and who introduced me to a different kind of bliss, the wildest I’d ever experienced. And right now, that man was just sleeping next door. I should get used to this. In fact, I should consider this a practice since we would also be living under the same roof once we got married. I just didn’t think it would happen this soon.

I slept in these. The next thing I know, I get a picture angled a little further down, showing a flat stomach with light hair, leading to the waistband of what appear to be boxers. I'd have to be blind not to notice the bulge just below his waist. It makes me wonder what it would be like to wake up next to him, put my leg around his waist, feel his hardness, and bury my head in his neck, while we lay together. The outside world could wait while the two of us woke up and whispered quietly. I never even thought about these things with Braxton, my ex-fiancé. Can't even remember the last time I'd wanted to lounge around with him. Maybe the writing had been on the wall for us way before I found o

She’d gone to the floor because the bed felt too big without him in it. Her hand went down but stiil holding the phone, she stare into the thin air, He took a photo of me in my despair,she thought She raised the phone again, her thunm moved to the next photo There she saw again It was her two years ago. At the kitchen table at 2 a.m. Hair tied up messily. A half-eaten plate of cold rice in front of her. Her eyes were red, but dry now. Exhausted. The look of a woman who had been up all night with a sick child and no one to call.

Joshua POV It had been years since I slept as well as I did that night, honestly. I’ve always had trouble sleeping due to work-related anxiety or even the lack of good company to help me drift off peacefully. I was married to Bethany, my ex-wife, for over ten years, but she never managed to help me sleep soundly during our time together. And, miraculously, as soon as Cassandra laid my head on her chest and wrapped her arms around me, I slept like a baby all night long.

But on another, life is too precious for me to toy around with my life drama and an ex husband who doesn't want it. "Wanna fuck?" He asks casually when I'm sitting alone on the couch watching tv. It looks like I'm watching Nëtflix but truthfully, I've been racking my brain on how to deal with this. And yes, we still have sex despite the divorce that happened a few weeks ago. Though at the moment we're just roommates with benefits. Bestie with benefits. Exes with benefits. Whichever you prefer. "Come here," he grabs me so I'd sit on his lap, then wastes no time as he attacks me on the lips.

We were dating, unlike me and Vlad. I mean he is the first guy I have shared a bed with. My ex and I never slept in the same bed, we usually had sex in my bed or the back seat of his car that he races, but he never stayed the night. I quickly finished up doing what I needed to do in the bathroom. By the time I returned to the bedroom part of the dorm he was dressed and sitting on my bed. He was looking at his phone as i entered the room. He looked up at me and asked if I was hungry, of course I said Yes.