After a break up I am always a Party Girls Phone Sex. I mean I am hurt and I just need to get drunk and fuck a few guys to get over it. I think he was my first love, the one who actually made me think I could commit to him. I never cheat, but I never stay longer than a year. Two year later I am still with him and I found my reason to leave. A ring hidden in his sock drawer. I do his laundry, I really think he could have found a better place to hide it. It’s been years since I saw him. Of course I was out drinking and trying to erase the memories I just made with someone else. I saw him, well I thought I saw him. I was drunk and needed some good dick. He took me home, we talked, we fucked. We fucked for hours and I never knew sleeping with an ex would be this amazing. The next morning I woke up to see him still in my bed, His arms wrapped around me the very same way. When he did that before I just wanted to scream, I felt suffocated but now it is different. That is when I saw the shiny gold ring on his finger. Now I slept with my married ex, he had a wife why was he with me?