The Last Night With The Love of My Life - Sex Stories

The Last Night With The Love of My Life

This story is completely true and owned by me. Pre-story We had been discussing if for a few days. My long distance girlfriend, who captured my heart from 700 miles away, and the girl that I was truly in love with, had fallen in love again with the man she loved first. She would come and see me every few months for about four or five days. This time she had stayed six and said it was going to be the last time she came to see me. I didn’t want to believe everything she said was true. I knew in the bottom of my heart, but refused to even look at it, that it would be the last time. But I also know, and still know to this day she still loved me. The way she touched me, looked into my eyes, and wrapped her arms around me, it wasn’t something you did to make somebody else happy, it was something from the heart. When she visited we would stay in a hotel room in the city and see lots of movies, go shopping, eat at nice and new places, and this time we went to the national pet and horse expo. What we did a lot though, was have sex. Often, we would devote an entire day to just snuggling and making love. The first time we ever met, we had stay in a place directly on the Ocean City Boardwalk, and made love with the curtains to the large window (where everyone passed) open. The sex was always REALLY good and even when she said she was leaving me for another man she said that I was the best lover she ever had, and she was never one to toss compliments, let alone fake ones. She said that ...

... nobody ever kissed and licked her tight pussy the way I did, and would often have several orgasms in one night, countless. We were in a dominant and submissive relationship where she was my ‘Little’ and I was her ‘Daddy’. We never completely immersed ourselves into the roles like some couples do, it was more for fantasy fun than anything and the past few days were mingled with light bondage, the new jeweled butt plugs I bought her, and her moaning ‘Daddy’ as I licked her tight pussy. The sex was good, like always. But this week with all the talking we had been through, it was missing something. I still can’t decide what it lacked. Good sex can never lack passion, and it didn’t lack love, because in my heart I still know she loved and probably still does have love for me. Maybe it lacked trust. On the sixth day I had dropped her off at the airport. There had been a lot of traffic so we were a little later than I had liked to be, but we were still 27 minutes early and they had let her on only 10 minutes early before. 10 minutes after I dropped her off, she called me. She needed to be 30 minutes early (a whole 3 minute difference) and they refused to let her board, they did reschedule her flight though. So we got to spend a seventh night together in our favorite hotel room. Unfortunately, All of my stuff was at my house (70 miles away) and I had no toothpaste, clothes, or condoms. I had taken full responsibility for her missing her flight, and asked her to forgive me. She said she ...