Confused – to fail to distinguish between; associate by mistake; confound
I arrived back home from my Bay Area trip yesterday and I was completely out of it. My “girlfriend” picked me up from the airport and yapped her fuckin mouth off about how awesome her Thanksgiving was with her parents and family. I wanted to share the enthusiasm with her, but I was so fuckin sick of Thanksgiving that I didn’t want to talk about another turkey, smoked ham, stuffing, or anything festive – for at least a few months. I also wanted to leave the part about fucking my ex-girlfriend out of our conversation.
After listening to her talk my fucking ear off in the car, I invited the 18 year old up to my place to spend some quality time with me. I told her that I missed her during my trip and that I couldn’t stop thinking about her – yeah, I know, I’m going to hell… but the latter of that statement is true. I couldn’t stop thinking of her—and how she’d react if she found out how much I enjoyed railing that PinkandPerfect.com pussy my ex had. Damn.
Although the 18 year old is hotter than my ex, there was an old school feel of dipping into the once charted waters of my ex that turned me the fuck on. I felt like a kid in a damn candy store when tasting that sweet cunt of hers; and the beauty of it was that she didn’t want to pursue a relationship with me because of the far distance between us—she basically wanted a “remembrance” fuck. That was so fucking hot.
While pulverizing my “girlfriend’s” ass, I had flashes of my ex—this has never happened before. Normally, when I’m having sex with the 18 year old, there is no one else on my mind. This experience was a little different. It was equally as fun, but it was different. It felt like I was cheating on my ex with my current girl – if that makes any sense. Whatever the case, neither of these broads are getting away. They both have a place in my heart – well, they both have a place on my cock, if you will…
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