Sloppy thirds Stories

It’s fucking Valentine’s Day. And I’m alone, single, and stupid enough to think my ex might actually text to say he misses me but nothing, not so much as a dick pic. Not a goddamn thing. I’d dumped his ass months ago, but that’s no reason for him to be rude and not beg for me back, and now here I was, sitting alone with a half-empty wine bottle, my pussy throbbing with frustration instead of desire. Fuck flowers. Fuck cho...