1. The EX Factor


    Date: 11/15/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Poppet, Source: LushStories

    “What the fuck was I thinking, how could I be so stupid? Of all the reckless things I've done in my life, this is at the top of the list.” The throbbing pound in my head makes it hard to focus on the dingy bathroom. My tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth as I feel my stomach turning. “Don't throw up, don't throw up,” I chant in my head through slow, deep breaths, realizing I had far too many tequila shots last night. I cling to the bed sheet wrapped around me, offering its threadbare protection against the cold, hard tank of the lidless toilet against my back. Even with the light on, it is dark in the room and the paint is in desperate need of a new coat, or two. The only attempt in this bathroom to look remotely nice is a palm tree curtain and even that is dirty, the lower half stained by iron residue. You know that falling feeling when you dream? The sudden jerk awake? Yeah, that happened to me. My body spasmed, nearly taking my breath away. My abrupt movements hadn't seemed to wake either of the people I had shared a bed with. They had remained wrapped around each other in an intimate embrace. Head in hand, eyes closed, I thought back. The last thing I recall is going to the bar for a drink. Trying to think of last night’s events past the hammering isn't easy. I can remember yet another fight with my ex boyfriend, now forced roommate. We broke up about two months ago, but both of us were unwilling to leave the apartment until the lease is up. We both fell in love ...
    with the perfect apartment when we found it two years ago. In our price range, it was amazing because the location was great. Close enough to my job meant I could simply walk to work, and save money on gas. Despite being in the city, it still had decent views. You could see down the entire length of the street from the kitchen. From bay windows in the living room, you could see a park and watch kids have fun on the playground. It even had a washer/dryer room, much better than going to the laundromat. We had put in an application right away and got the place twenty four hours later. Since our breakup though, it’s gone from the perfect love nest to a boxing ring. Last night, I walked into the apartment to see his bare ass and some tart's fish-netted legs wrapped around his middle, her leopard print hooker heels digging into his lower back. They were so busy rutting, making their disgusting animal-like noises, they didn't even hear me come in. “Are you fucking kidding me! What do you think you're doing Taylor!” I hurled my bag at his ass as he fucked her, the slapping noise of their skin making contact as he pumped inside her. The tart twisted her pale face around to look at me, features frozen in fear, almost as if she were about to be sick. She must have thought she had been caught helping someone cheat. Isn't that what most people would think in this situation? She pushed Taylor off of her, moving hastily around the room as she snatched her things and bolted for the door in ...
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