Good Gone Bad - Sex Stories

Good Gone Bad

Another stupid argument. This time on the morning of Valentine's Day. Lara loved her boyfriend but was tired of the antagonism. There was always something to fight over, anything to get the upper hand and make the other have to reaffirm their love.

Fuck this, and fuck him, she thought, bursting into tears while her hands struck the steering wheel.

In her anger and frustration, an idea took hold of her mind. One that was dangerous and unfitting for a day like Valentine's. She brushed it aside, there was no way she could do that.

She texted her boyfriend but received no immediate response, adding to her frustration. That's what pissed her off the most, feeling like she had to reach out every time while he laid back and did the bare minimum. Oftentimes, she would go all out for date nights while he was sloppy and ungroomed.

She felt stupid for wearing expensive lingerie under her casual outfit. It was meant to surprise her boyfriend but he didn't seem to care, not one bit. Their intensities didn't match, she had to admit her father had been right about that.It's all about intensity, and if you can match it, his words echoed in her mind.

The idea crept up again. This time, she entertained it, probing it for answers. It was simple, the opportunity was there, but it was wrong. Fucking her ex-boyfriend was the stuff of porn scenes and late-night fantasies. She rejected the idea, and instead turned on some music to distract herself.

As if the universe was playing ...

... a teasing game with her, a romantic song came on the radio that reminded her of her ex-boyfriend. She shook her head with a smile, sometimes things had a funny way of playing out. She texted her boyfriend again with a more aggressive tone. She was no longer begging, she was demanding.

His carefree reply enraged her. He was confident that she would be there and come back like a scolded puppy. It was abusive and she knew it. An insult to her intelligence and emotions. She deserved better, in fact, her ex-boyfriend had been better, in more than one aspect.

She threw her phone aside, bouncing it off the passenger's seat and onto the floor. She didn't care, she didn't need the maps app to know where she was going. Her tears had dried up on her cheeks, but her pussy was moist in encouragement of her drive.

Time to be a bad girlfriend, she thought, turning up the music that narrated much of her feelings on the way there.

It was a familiar drive, she had gone up to his apartment countless times in the past. The difference this time was that they hadn't talked since their break up, she didn't know what to expect, but she was confident that she would not be rejected.

She pulled up into the parking lot. The young woman with anxiety who would have taken a deep breath and thought it over was not present. A different persona had taken over, one that didn't overthink anything, who went for her target like a lioness.

She hurried up the stairs, passing by an older man who ...