Back when I were a lad I was banging this tidy blonde sort. She had gorgeous tits, so perfectly formed that she rarely wore a bra, and had the sweetest and tightest mango I’ve ever had the pleasure to taste and enter. She was quite up front that I was just a shag to her - she was into richer, older guys - but I was more than happy being her fucktoy, and what great memories I had of passion-filled nights with her, memories to last a lifetime (although maybe not nights to tell the grandkids).
We became closer, verging on to a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship whereby she’d start getting pissed off if I went AWOL for a few days on a bender with the lads. I think she got a bit concerned we were becoming too close as, like I said, rich guys were more her type, but rather than be honest and say she wanted to end it she just shunned my texts and calls hoping I’d get the hint, which of course I did but was mightily pissed off.
Fast forward a year or so and I get a “Hello stranger” text out of the blue, and despite the temptation to respond, I decided fuck her, I’m over it and have moved on. Yes, we had some memorable nights, and yes I had the time of my life, but since then we’d gone our separate ways and were in different places to where we were back then. I even had a better job by this point and, whilst certainly not rich, could’ve afforded at least some of her high maintenance. But I stuck to my principles, figure I was better off without her, and gave her a taste of her own medicine by ignoring what was clearly a booty call.
Do I regret it? Fuck yeah, I totally should’ve given her one or two more bangs as I’ve not slid into a snatch as nice as hers since then.