Again this is a true story. This story is about a girl I’ll call Ashley. We were friends with benefits for quite a while, and during that time, she had a string of boyfriends. But no matter who she was with, she always made sure to keep me in her life—both as a friend and as the guy she couldn’t stay away from. It didn’t matter how “serious” things were with her boyfriends; she always came back to me. I guess you could say I gave her something they just couldn’t.

When Ashley got with her latest boyfriend, things were no different. At first, they were just in the “talking stage.” Around the same time, Ashley and I planned a trip together—a trip that her boyfriend knew about. Apparently, he’d told her he was okay with it, but he’d added some conditions. According to Ashley, he said something like, “I get that you and he have history, but if anything happens between you two, just let me know.” I remember laughing when she told me that, because I knew exactly how this trip was going to go.

Sure enough, as soon as we got to our hotel the first night, we didn’t waste any time. It started with her sitting next to me on the bed, casually chatting, but the tension was already thick in the air. Before long, her hands were on me, and things escalated quickly. She was always like that—completely unable to resist. Within minutes, my dick was in her mouth, and she was going to town like she’d been starving for it. After that, I bent her over the bed, and we went at it for hours.

And that set the tone for the rest of the trip. We had sex pretty much every night—and sometimes during the day too. Ashley loved every second of it. She was vocal about how much she missed me being inside her, how no one else could make her feel the way I did, and how she didn’t want the trip to end.

Apparently, she told her boyfriend about what had happened—maybe to keep up some illusion of honesty in their relationship. Whatever she said, it must not have been the full truth, because they stayed together, even though he supposedly asked her to cut me off. But Ashley wasn’t about to do that. Instead, she kept seeing me, sneaking around just like before.

Eventually, though, her boyfriend’s suspicions got the better of him. One day, he went through her phone. From what I heard, he locked himself in the bathroom and started digging through her Snapchat messages. That’s when things really blew up. He found everything—pictures of me, nudes I’d sent her, videos of me fucking her from the trip, and videos of her saying how much she missed me and how badly she needed me inside her. He even saw her complaining about him in the chat—talking about how his dick wasn’t enough for her, how he couldn’t last long enough to satisfy her, and how she was constantly left wanting more.

From what Ashley told me later, he lost it. He tried to confront her, but she turned it around and somehow convinced him to stay with her. He even tried to pull up on me to fight about it, but I wasn’t interested in dealing with that kind of drama. I told Ashley that it wasn’t worth the trouble and decided to cut her off for good.

Even though I stopped seeing her, Ashley still finds ways to reach out every now and then. She tells me things like, “He still doesn’t satisfy me” or “I miss the way you used to fuck me.” She’s still with him, but I can tell she’s not happy. I’ve moved on, but it’s wild to think about how much control I must have had over her—and how, deep down, she still wants me even though she’s trying to make it work with him.

Let me know any tips and if I should keep telling more of my adventures.