Ending - Sex Stories

Ending

... few days. Every muscle in his body tensed, then relaxed by slow degrees. I stayed there with him inside me for a moment, then rolled off him and led him back to the bedroom. We curled up together and fell asleep. A short time later, I woke with tears on my face. I lay there, feeling his rhythmic breathing against my back, and I really wanted to stay. I loved him, but we were toxic for one another. He knew it too but would never admit it, so I would have to be the bad guy this time. I got out of bed quietly and dressed, leaving my torn panties on the floor. I never looked back at him, because if I did, I would lose my nerve. Part of me was already screaming to get back in bed, to stay with him. It wasn’t all bad, in fact a lot of our relationship was great. That masochistic little part of me would miss it all, especially the cycle of arguments and angry sex. But I walked out the door all the same. I’m glad he didn’t wake when I left. I refused to let him see me cry.