Sleeping With My Ex Novels & Stories

I heard he got sick, throwing up, shivering, and battling a brutal cold—because that idiot, drunk out of his mind, passed out by the lake and woke up completely soaked. I darted my eyes away, pretending to be busy with my phone. I couldn’t be the person she was coming to. I doubted that we'd even said hi to each other. Before I knew it, she stopped on the porch, sitting next to me. What the fuck was going on? “Hello,” I closed my eyes briefly, plastering a smile as I swung my head to her. “If Kian sent you—” “Why would Kian make his girlfriend meet his ex-wife?” She jerked her head back.

The shower doesn’t help and as I stand under the jets of water from the shower head, I can’t help but reach down to pleasure myself to thoughts of my ex wife. When I’m finally out, I spot Alex sleeping in the bed. The same bed I shared with Skylar. I trudge to my side if the bed, which was previously Skylar’s and lay down. I feel Alex cuddle close to me. I try to stop her when she starts kissing down my jaw and rubbing me through my pajamas bottoms.

whenever I reached for him in the dark. Apparently, he had been saving his energy for her. Our bed. The expensive sheets I had bought for our anniversary. The throw pillows I had carefully arranged every morning. The room where I had cried myself to sleep more nights than I cared to count, wondering why my husband felt like a stranger. "God, I've missed this. I've missed you so much." Missed. Past tense. Which meant this was not the first time my best friend had been fucking my husband in my bed.

Her legs locked around my waist and I lost myself in the moment. We moved together, skin on skin, her soft moans the only thing I could hear. I climaxed a few seconds after she did, sweat coating our bodies, our breathing erratic. I pulled out of her and pulled her half on top of me as we lay with our limbs intertwined as we came down from our high. We fell asleep like that and for the first time in my life I truly slept with someone I loved. My sleep was deep and peaceful, with no lingering nightmares, just contentment. Echo was content too even though he hadn’t really talked to me in the past two weeks since the rejection.

I moaned again. I kept on moaning until there wasn't any strength left in my body .. He fell next to me and we just laid there and not say a single word to each other. " Fuck! That was different" he said .. "Yeah! I think". I said , stood up from the bed, grabbed my towel and then went in to freshen up. Before I could come back, Adam had already left and he didn't seem to leave any of his belongings inside my bedroom. That was when it dawned on me that I had sex with my ex boyfriend on my matrimonial bed...

After the world had had a blast, Frederic sighed: "Ouff! It's time to go to bed…" "I want to spend the night together Zed" suggested Vania "And where am I going to sleep?" Objecta Frederic "Oh the hotel is great choose a room" replied Zed "Yes honey I want to sleep with you" said Yvette. "So it looks like you've already established the order of things, and Mya then she's going to sleep alone?" said Zed "Not really" said Mya, "I will be picked up in 30 minutes."

My ex-wife is jealous, the business is going well, and all that is missing is sex. An image of Hannah lying half-naked in my bed pops up in my head, but I shake it away. I shouldn't be thinking about a naked eighteen-year-old! What is the matter with me? I shove the mental image away and instead try to focus on Katarina, the woman I've been sleeping with since my divorce. To my surprise, Hannah keeps interrupting my train of thought. I see her bright smile inside my head, and I angrily open my wardrobe. "Are you going somewhere?" Hannah asks.

How do I rebuild the relationship with my wife and I? I toss to the other side of the bed. I start reminiscing on the good memories e had because that is the only I can sleep. I recall the event during the honeymoon, the talk at their backyard, the little intimate movement in the car, how pretty and innocent she is when she is asleep or unconscious, the incident in the room before my little outburst. I find myself brewing with an unexplainable joy as my eyes slowly closes. You are the cure to my sleepless nights, Sasha Bahedia.

I had told Jayden he was my ex-boyfriend and I would like it to remain that way. We continued talking well into the night and only went to sleep past 2 am. Cynthia wasn’t going to work and neither was I. Nala had been smart enough to get some sleeping bags and we all slept in them in my room. This was the happiest I had felt in days and I thought nothing could spoil my mood. Little did I know how things were going to change and not for the best in a matter of days.

The realization sinks in that our relationship, whatever it may be, has taken an unexpected turn, and I can't help but feel a sense of unease. Sure, we may not have crossed any physical boundaries last night, but the weight of our unspoken actions hangs heavy in the air. I can't shake the feeling that we need to address what happened to clarify where we stand with each other. After all, sleeping with someone implies a level of intimacy and connection beyond mere physical attraction. I pause, my fork halfway to my mouth, as a sudden realization dawns on me. Did he see me as more than just a means to a release? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensiv