1. Seven Year Ache: Part 1 of 2


    Date: 12/11/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: Stormdog, Source: LushStories

    I hadn’t seen Kaitlyn in close to six years. We hadn’t stayed in touch after we went our separate ways. We’d made a clean break, both agreeing that it was the only way, that it was for the best. Although I’d missed her terribly for awhile, missed the wild sex, the parties and excitement, the spark she added to my life, I’d forced myself to think about her less and less the last few years. Sometimes of course, still, and always with longing, but not like right after we’d parted when she’d been an obsession, a deep ache in my soul, like a part of me was missing. Still, I was surprised when I heard through a mutual friend that she was getting married… and yes, it made me ache once again, even after all that time. She’d never seemed the marrying type – me either, for that matter – and maybe some small part of me had always assumed we might end up together. We’d spent almost five years together before we split, long enough to know that we were two of a kind, both wild and reckless, doing things just for the thrills or because they felt good, consequences be damned. That was one of the reasons we’d parted, knowing that if we stayed together we’d likely flame out, die young; but now somehow, against all odds, she was going to get married to some guy, probably settle down. It just didn’t figure. I mulled the news for a couple days; obsessed again maybe, if I’m being honest, and then I emailed her. It was an old email address and I wasn’t even sure she still used it, all I had. I ...
    did my best to be nice, telling her I’d heard her happy news, congratulating her. I wanted to ask her if she was fucking insane, or if she’d had a lobotomy, but I kept it classy. It wasn’t easy. If I wasn’t going to end up with Kaitlyn as it now appeared, I knew that I was unlikely to ever find a woman to spend my life with, someone that could make me happy. I’d never really thought that concept would bother me, but surprisingly it did. It seemed the emptiness I’d felt when we parted ways was still buried there, that same loneliness and hurt. That same void, all these years later. I didn’t hear anything for the better part of a month, and then I received an email reply: Zach, so great to hear from you! Sorry this took so long, but I rarely check this email anymore – and yes, thank you, it’s true. Can you believe it? Me, getting married! Ray is the greatest though, you should meet him. You’d like him, I think. Call me, okay? Luv ya, big guy. Kisses, Kaity Kaity. Crazy Kaity. She’d included a phone number and a different email address. I didn’t reply, didn’t call, but I also didn’t delete the message. I put her info into my phone, but didn’t use it. I didn’t want an invite to her fucking wedding, didn’t need to know anything more about how great Ray was. Selfishly, I didn’t want to know about her happiness. I wanted to go back to knowing that she was out there somewhere, alone like me, back to imagining that someday we’d end up together. That wasn’t possible now so I tried to ...
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