Dumping My Cheating Ex at Christmas

Trying to forget

Chapter 9

Santiago’s pov

It has been a month and a half since I had an unforgettable night with the mystery goddess, and I can not get her out of my mind. It is driving me crazy, I don’t get distracted by a woman, especially one who opened her legs so easily for me.

My business is doing great, I have thrown myself completely into my work to keep her off of my mind. I am a bit disappointed I didn’t get her name or phone number. Maybe all I need is one more night with her, so get her out of my mind for good.

Other than work, I have tried to fu.ck to forget. It took me three weeks to realise that I was only going for brunettes who had a passing resemblance to the woman who has spent far too much time occupying my mind.

I will never forget her if I only sleep with weak imitations of her, so I decided to avoid any brunette women with beautiful warm bronze skin. Because I only compare them to her, even when I don’t want to, my subconscious does it naturally.

I love all types of women, with the exception of the very overweight ones. I don’t care about minor things like skin colour, race, hair colour, or body shape. I love a thin statuesque model type as much as a curvy bombshell.

I don’t even care about height. They could be 5 feet, 6 feet, or anywhere in between. Every one of them deserves the chance to experience a night with me, and they are all grateful that I even gave them a second look.

Yes, I am arrogant, but I don’t see the problem, I am tall, handsome, rich, and have the sexy Italian accent that women love and melt at. I never promise them more than a night, and they are free to decline if they want more than that.

What I hate is the woman who know the rules, and still, after we sleep together, they try and hold on to me. Or try to get a date or another night with me. As if I will change my mind after sleeping with me, thinking their pu.ssy is anything special.

It is not pu.ssy is pu.ssy, plain and simple, and if they have looked after it enough, it feels as good as any other. Even if my subconscious is telling me that the goddesses pu.ssy was pure gold and different from the others.

My subconscious is right in a way, I have never been as virile as I was that night, I usually easily manage a couple of hours, but never around 4-5, it is a new record for me, and if she hadn’t collapsed with exhaustion I am sure I could have continued.

That’s the problem, I hadn’t let my di.ck wear out with her, and that is why it still kept craving her, never being happy with other women. He won’t keep going after one round with the other women, and it is frustrating.

I have never been a one and done type of man. But no matter which beauty is before me, he just won’t rise to the occasion for a second round. People will think I have a problem if it continues, I am known for my bedroom skills and staying power.

So here I am in an upscale bar, trying to find a beautiful woman to entice my di.ck into fu.cking all night long. It doesn’t take long before a beautiful woman, with smooth mocca coloured skin and beautiful glossy black hair down in its natural curls, walk in.

I admit that I like the natural curly hair texture, I have always found it beautiful, I don’t mind it when it is braided or straightened, but I do have a thing for natural curls. I know her, she is a glamour model, so not only is she beautiful, she has some amazing curves.

I also know she looks great without clothes, as I have seen some of her photo shoots, in underwear and swimwear. I am sure a woman like her can clear my mind of any others. So I make my way over to her, and she looks pleasantly surprised when she sees me.

“Can I buy you a drink beautiful?” I ask her.

“I would like that, I am Tamika” she says.

“Oh I know exactly who you are, and I must say you are even more stunning than in your photos” I say with a cheeky smirk.

“Thank you Santiago” she replies.

“I see you know me as well” I wink, I know my reputation proceeds me.

We spend an hour chatting and drinking before she asks me if I want to go somewhere more private. I obviously don’t say no, and we find our way to her condo. I like it when we are not at mine, because it is easier for me to leave after, and some women can be a nightmare to remove.

I am glad she doesn’t need much stimulation to be ready for me, I am not usually one for foreplay except for that one time when I couldn’t stop myself from devouring her over and over again. Sh.it she is in my brain again.

I quickly slip on a condom and sink into her from behind. Her a.ss is a glorious sight to see as I slam into her repeatedly. She is warm, tight, and responsive to my every touch, her moans fill the room in a symphony with the sound of our skin slapping off of each other on every thrust.

After she has c.um for the first time, I change positions, so she is now riding me her breasts bouncing in front of me are just as erotic as her a.ss was jiggling every time I slammed into it. She is eager to please me as well as she rides me like a pro. This is by far not her first rodeo.

She rides me until she is again screaming my name, and I c.um along with her filling the condom up. Yet again, my co.ck is showing no signs of being up for round two, so I wrap the used condom in toilet paper and slip it into my pocket.

You may find that strange behaviour, but more than once, a crazy woman had tried to steal my seed to tie me down. It has also happened to my best friend Gio, and that was with his sub, who he thought was under his control. He got rid of her quickly.

I couldn’t be like him, I like to be dominant, but I don’t have the time or patience to train a woman or to have her around for any length of time. Even in a s****l contract like that, women catch feelings, and then you are back to square one. Far too much hassle for me, but he is happy, so I don’t judge.

“What are you doing?” Tamika asks when she sees me gathering my clothes.

“Getting dressed” I reply dismissively.

“You are leaving already? You can stay, you know, we can have more fun” she says, trying to sound sexy but she is not pulling it off.

“Look Tamika you are a great girl, but I told you I don’t do relationships, or more than a night. Have some dignity and let me get ready and go in peace” I say with a sigh. They always ruin it.

“You are an arrogant bas.tard, do you know that? I can not believe I let you fu.ck me. I should have known better with a playboy like you” she says angrily.

I didn’t lie, I was completely honest with her, and it was her who suggested that we leave together. Now she is backtracking as if I promised more. Are all women this crazy or stupid? I am starting to worry about females' survival if they can’t see the truth for themselves.

“Look it was fun, but I told you the score. Don’t blame me that you got it into your head that you would be the one to change me. There are a million of you, and your pu.ssy is no better than theirs. You are just not that special” I say, laughing, glad I am fully dressed now.

“Get the fu.ck out, you a.sshole” she shouts, throwing whatever sh.it she can get her hands on.

“Don’t worry, I am leaving. Thanks for the release” I say, walking out, still laughing at the crazy bi.tch.

At the end of the day, they are all the same. Just once, I would like to be surprised by them actually listening and accepting it for what it is. Just an exchange of pleasure, some fun for both of us before we part ways. Is that too much to ask for?