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Sex with your ex-boyfriend, can you? No?

“Are you sleeping?” I’m thinking about whether to do it or not with my ex-boyfriend, but it’s ambiguous to conclude by myself and embarrassing to ask others? I’m talking for you like that’s what I’m talking about.

“I’ve had enough of my lingering and sexual desire.”

He was the first man of my life.

No love, no sex. Because he got used to it, no matter what man he met for months after the breakup, he was not willing to move. I recalled him every day and one day, I plucked up my courage and dialed the number that I was still familiar with.

“Are you sleeping?” I’m thinking about whether to do it or not with my ex-boyfriend, but it’s ambiguous to conclude by myself and embarrassing to ask others? I’m talking for you like that’s what I’m talking about.




“I’ve had enough of my lingering and sexual desire.”

He was the first man of my life.

No love, no sex. Because he got used to it, no matter what man he met for months after the breakup, he was not willing to move. I recalled him every day and one day, I plucked up my courage and dialed the number that I was still familiar with.

His voice came over the cell phone. When I asked him if he was doing well, he responded without a hitch.

So we sat face to face in the bar we used to go to in six months.






It was a bit awkward at first, but as we got drunk, we exchanged conversations as comfortably as we used to.

Maybe that’s why? His words and deeds, which seemed annoying by the time they broke up, began to go against my nerves again.
The thought of “Oh, we broke up because of this” swept through my head, and skepticism began to rush in, “Why am I here?”

The reason why my thoughts died down was when I left the bar.


As soon as he held my hand, I was filled with longing and joy, with a tearful heart. When he took me to the front of the house, oblivious to the parting, he whispered to him, “Do you want a drink?” and he didn’t refuse.




Straight to bed, we began to touch each other so familiarly. It was easy enough to get to the end with great satisfaction, not to mention the first step. His instinctively spitting out “pretty” and “good” in the middle was more than enough to excite me than any other touch.

But it occurred to me that all those words and actions were more like mechanical movements of sexual desire than love. At the end of the hot round, the sage time came at an alarming rate.



After lying down for a while, he went straight to the bathroom to take a shower and felt his affection for such an attitude. That’s how our reunion ended. I got a call from him after a while.

He left a message saying, “Contact me again next time,” with a comment saying, “I broke up with him because I was annoyed with him and he was surprised to see me sending him away coolly that day.” The word “next” was clearly referring to “sex,” but I ended the conversation by saying, “I got it because I didn’t lose anything.”




After that, they met several times and met different people and ended their relationship with him. But wasn’t it because of the “closing sex” that was more neat than parting?








“All I have left is disappointment and regret.”

Timing is always a problem.

When I’m in love with enthusiasm, the man who never looked back is hanging on as my heart moves away. Thanks to you, break up and meet again dozens of times. After all, I was able to become a single only after “text notification” that it was the worst way to break up.



Months have passed like that’s how it went. In the meantime, I worked hard and met a new man. Gradually, the memory of my ex-boyfriend became blurred. But he didn’t disappear easily.

About a year later, he began to contact me again. The day we had a big fight with our current boyfriend! He sent frequent messages, day and night, “What are you doing?” “Are you sleeping?” “Let’s go to the movies” and “Happy Birthday,” and I kept ignoring them.

However, as his relationship with his current boyfriend was getting tired, the iron wall he had built toward his ex-boyfriend gradually collapsed.

While waiting for his reply, I sent him a message first, and when I was bored, I visited him.

I wondered who he was with and what he was doing as if he were dating again, and the number of times I asked him to meet first increased. Increasingly, conflicts between current and old boyfriends have grown. When you want to feel loved or excited, the expectation naturally turned to your ex-boyfriend.





Because he was a man with lingering feelings for me and a man who could love me more than his current boyfriend, who was then cold-hearted.
In the meantime, the number of physical contact has increased as well as the level of physical contact. There were times when hugging and kissing his car at his house led to caress.

Like when we first started a relationship, we took our course step by step, and finally went to the motel. I was nervous and ashamed of my fat body and behavior even though I saw everything I could see because it’s been a long time since I had sex.

It was not easy to concentrate because sometimes my current boyfriend’s face crossed my mind. On the other hand, he worked harder than anyone else. Sweating like a lot.




As I lay there, not yet excited, he asked in an urgent tone, “What do you want to caress?”
“Didn’t you want something like this?” Since then, my regrets have grown bigger and bigger.



At last he reached the height of his own life, without a moment for me to feel anything. In the end, the only thing I was satisfied with on my bed that day was my ex-boyfriend, and I had no choice but to leave home worn out with disappointment and guilt for my current boyfriend.






Whether he noticed my attitude or because he accomplished everything he wanted, he no longer contacted me as he used to.

A year later, I think I played drums and janggu alone between the two men. I feel humble because I am blinded by loneliness and repeated my delusions and expectations.

If someone tells me they want to have sex with my ex-boyfriend, they’ll strongly stop me. Rather find a sexist who can’t even be mistaken.

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