...And it Sucks!
So THAT’s why you don’t have Ex-Sex
I had been broken up with my long-term bf for a couple of months when he asked me to come over to “pick up some mail”. Well the mail was picked up and THEN the mail man delivered, if you catch my drift.
Afterwards, I was laying on my stomach when he inquired about when I got my tattoo. Hm…tattoo? I thought to myself, but I don’t have any tatt– and it was at that moment that I realised that the guy I had had sex with the previous night had written his name with an arrow pointing to my asshole on my butt cheek as a joke!
Needless to say, no more ex-sex for me after that. Although the other guy got to write his name a few more times ….