Breakup Therapy - Sex Stories

Breakup Therapy

Nicole pointed at a picture of me and Peter. “Isn't is about time you forget about him? It’s a bloody month, time to move on!” “He was my first love.” I knew Nicole was right but I wasn't ready yet. “Oh, come on, Ellen. You’re in your early twenties, right? You should have men crawling at your feet with a body like yours”. I knew she was right. Many women look with envy at my body. I hardly have to put any effort in it but I remain slim, and at my age, my breasts aren't influenced by gravity yet. They remain firm and I often wonder why I need a bra. This, in combination with my long blond hair, has made the heads of several men turn but I don’t really care or provoke anything. Nicole shook her head. “Please, don’t tell me you’re looking for true love?” “What’s wrong with that,” I replied. “True love doesn't exist, look at what happened between you and Peter. You really think that was true love?” Again, Nicole was right. According to him we grew apart which I never understood. I never felt something was wrong until the day he said we needed to talk and then he left. Maybe that was exactly the problem, me not seeing it. Maybe I didn't understand Peter which created the barrier between us. Maybe it was all a lie and he ran away with some bimbo. I’ll never know anyway. “You know, you need to relax a little. That will help get over Peter.” “I tried,” I explained to Nicole. “Hell, I've even been to yoga classes but nothing seemed to help.” “Those things never work,” she ...

... explained. “Have you had an orgasm since he left you?” The bluntness of the question took me by surprise. “No...” was all I could say. “You know, you should really give it a try. Just take your time and treat it like normal sex. Try to seduce yourself.” “How am I supposed to do that?” “Easy. Just as you did with Peter, how did you make him want you?” she asked. I had a ritual for arousing Peter. The preparation was always half the fun. I would start by taking a hot shower. I usually would put the shower head on a hard setting while massaging my breasts and nipples. Sometimes I would even aim between my legs but never would I go too far. That pleasure was for later. I often had to restrain myself from continuing. Focusing on my breasts only was usually more than enough to get my juices going. After the shower, I would go through my special drawer to find that special piece. Depending on what I have in mind, I would pick a suitable set. This could go from a lace under-bust corset with matching stockings to a leather bodysuit. Sometimes Peter wasn't home yet when I prepared myself, so I waited for him in the living room. When I would hear the door opening I would sit in a special positioning, making sure he could see all the good stuff I have to offer. Sometimes when he was working too long, I would start by rubbing his neck and slowly moving my hands down his torso and ending in his pents. After explaining this to Nicole, she padded me on the shoulder. “So, how does it feel explaining ...