Your Ex Moved On And You Can't Stop Jerking Off To the humiliation

Fuck.

You’re not even really that beta. You don’t even really consider yourself a loser, at all. You’re hot and all your friends see you as the leader of your crew and they all think you have game. You’ve even seen all of each other’s penises and yours is definitely the biggest. You’re supposed to be the one leading by example, dating all the hottest girls in the city and bringing them to the best restaurants, nothing lower than a Michelin star every time. You’ve always been that guy and you’ve never had any problem with getting girls and commanding the respect of your peers, and yet…

The only thing keeping you going is the thought of your ex. It’s not even a recent breakup—it’s been years. An embarrassing amount of time that if anybody knew about they would have no choice to shout YIKES. You can’t blame them. Half a decade is an insane amount of time to be getting off to the same girl, especially when she doesn’t even talk to you at all and you have no idea where she’s gone, completely MIA on her social media accounts.

Until she adds you from her new account.

A single second scan through her tagged photos and you knew it was her. Your penis throbbed as you looked at how perfect she remained, how exponentially hot she had become. Everything about her was better than ever: her skin glowing, her hair healthy, her style immaculate, her tits and ass fatter than ever. She was your dream girl but even better, on a level you never thought possible and you know you could never reach. No wonder all of your friends had always been crazy about her. No wonder you whined drunkenly to them about for months, tell any and everybody about her out of fear that she would date one of your friends and let them feel just how tight her little pussy is.

You would simply die.

You add her back and promptly ejaculate to her tagged photos. You can’t help it and it only takes seconds. The words she said to you half a decade are still burned into your brain, her face never having left your mind as you never went long without looking at all the old pictures. You’re insane for it and nobody knows and you don’t care. It’s the best nut you’ve had in years and you need more. You cum twice and start to draft a message to her in your head. You can’t let her get away. This is your time for redemption. You decide to take your time and play it cool to show her you’re still the same guy she liked before—calm, collected, aloof. It’s always been a façade when it comes to her but she can’t know that. Nobody can. You decide to sleep on it and mindlessly scroll through your phone before bed.

That’s when it hits you.

It’s not like you were surprised that she moved on but at the same time, you’ve remained delusional enough to think that at some point, fate would bring you two back together. Not like this though, not when she has a new boyfriend. She’s never been the type to post guys on her IG and yet here she is with her horrifically jarring “Happy Anniversary!” post with a photo of him, up close and personal. Was it the fact that he’s got 50 lbs on you? You’re an icy city guy, you prefer playing in the snow over working out, but you thought she liked that about you. The fact is you look like you could blow away in the wind next to this guy with his insane jawline and his shoulders that are probably as wide as two of you combined. Again—you’re not a loser. Your friends look up to you. This guy is just unexplainably beating you in every regard. Further snooping, which you refuse to do to yourself, would reveal this guy has a property portfolio while you still share a flat with a bunch of your bros. He has a stock portfolio that’s worth 10 years worth of your salary at least. He went to the Olympics for the high school sport you played that you got beat out at county for. There’s just no way around it—he’s just so much better than you, and his penis obviously is too. The simple post of him makes you strangely hard and you beat your death gripped penis again for the third time in a single night, the same night your ex inevitably got RAILED by her new bf.

Why did she add you? Why would she do this to you? It’s all so humiliating and yet you’re ejaculating all over the screen, fucking up your phone so that it glitches out so that it stays frozen on the picture of him. You can’t do this anymore. You reset your phone and remove her from your followers, but you don’t block her because naturally, like the cool guy you are, you need to keep tabs on the girl who dumped you half a decade ago.