Crazy Ex Lover Knows How To Shut Me Up. ♕

Crazy Ex Lover Everyone Has One.

Hello, boys; sweet little Bella here, ready to tell you another story about my interesting, not-so-interesting life. I had a recent encounter and run-in with the past. I will call him my crazy ex-lover. It’s a hilarious story. Of course, there’s a little bit of sex in there, a little bit of madness, a little bit of rage, a whole Lotta body fluids.

I guess I’ll start by telling you a little bit about him. He was cute. He had a penis that seemed to know my insides like he had a written map to them, He was a bit of a Spot Seeking Stud. which is why we stayed together so long, which is also, now that I think of it, why he probably turned into and crazy ex-lover. Now, as I write the story to tell you about it, I look down at my vagina, and I point, and I tell her, “Shame on you for making another one go crazy”.

Crazy Ex Lover Wasn’t Always So Crazy.

So while we were dating, it was cute, and everything was fine and refined, and he went and did his things, and I went and did mine, and we met up at the end of the night and had wild, crazy sex. He knew me, he knew that I was spoiled a little bit brat, and he knew that when I had just enough attitude, he knew exactly how to fuck it out of me.

I remember times when we were arguing, and I would talk, telling him everything that bugged me about him, his family, or his mother. Oh God, his mother drove me nuts. But in mid-sentence, my crazy ex-lover would walk over and take his pants and pull them down, and with one fell swoop, he has his hand on the back of my head, positioning it so that I knew what he’d rather have my mouth doing than arguing with him. And then suddenly, the argument didn’t seem like such an argument.

Call Me Crazy, Too, Because I’m Going To Suck It.

I just focused on my crazy ex-lover and his throbbing cock in front of my mouth. And did everything I could to please it. I would tickle it with my tongue, suck out his essence. And let him pound me in the back of my throat. At the same time, tears poured down my eyes.  And once he was done, he would’ve shut up the argument over half the time. I’d forget what we were arguing about.

If you already know me, you know that I am a princess and a little bit bratty thing. You might even say I’m a little wordy. I do like to talk, especially when it’s about myself. I like to laugh and giggle. Tell me your stories, and I will tell you mine. But just as a heads-up from my crazy ex-lover. If you want to shut me up, so my mouth is busy with something hard, that’ll typically do the trick.

So, if you want to hear more about it or just talk to me, maybe you just want to shut me up. I like that. Call me. Let’s see what we can work out together. My mouth is completely open and ready to listen to whatever you have to say.