endersgameblog:

As we’ve now reached the end of principal photography on ENDER’S GAME, it seems fitting to take a step back and acknowledge the two people responsible for giving such vivid life to the imaginary world in which we’ve spent the past many months immersed.

And when we say immersed, we truly…

So..my dream last night…all i remember is that I was doing some foreplay with ex3 and ex2 was watching from the shadows. when 3 left to go somewhere, 3 came out and kissed me, pushing me down on the couch and kept kissing me, and fingered me. I told him to stop, and then he said he was only doing it because he loved me. And then he pointed out an old metal bowl that my family uses to share popcorn during movies. There were messages secretly carved into it, about a website he set up that was all about me. And how he loved me and wanted me….

I don’t know what to do anymore.

I feel like I can’t feel love anymore…

Please….please just kill me now…

So…I started texting my ex, number 2, and he told me he had a fiance…but he missed me and wanted pictures of me… And then he told me that he couldn’t stop thinking of me when he was having sex with his fiance. Me moaning and calling his name. So he wanted to see me. So he came over to my house and we met at my basement door. He said he missed me breasts the most. We just sat and talked for a little bit while he fondled my breasts. Then he unzipped his pants…and wanted me to suck his cock. At first I couldn’t bring myself to do it…so I started giving him a hand job instead. And when he asked me why I wasn’t getting strait to it, I told him honestly that I hadn’t had a penis in my mouth for over a year and had to build up some courage to do it. He groaned a bit and started fingering me. Oh god. How I missed his fingers. Sooo long. I have no idea how he knows exactly what to do. And of course he commented on how wet I was. And man, was I wet. When I finally got myself to give him a blow job, he wasnt getting up as quickly as he used to. and so i started fingering myself, it was a fantasy of his. And man, he was right. I was really wet. That helped a little bit. and it helped more when i started switching between a hand job and blow job. But i could get him completely up. And i needed a breather. So I got back up onto the couch and started just giving him a hand job. And he complained of me stopping. And threatened to fuck me if I didn’t get back to sucking it. And I told him it wasn’t working. And he groaned again and started fingering me again. I started to moan and told him that I would cum faster if he kissed me. And he refused to kiss me. And again he threatened to fuck me if I didn’ t get back to it. I kept moaning in his ear, and he slid down the couch. He kept sliding until he was on his knees on the ground, still fingering me marvelously. I asked him to get back up and kiss me. He wouldn’t, and so I bent down toward him and kissed him several times. And he refused to kiss me back. That’s when I realised that he was just there to make a point…he didn’t really love me
anymore. I almost started bursting into tears, but I told him to get back up so I could continue. So I started to do what I was doing before, a blow/hand job and fingering myself. After about 40minutes, my legs started to give out, my whole body shaking. I told him I couldn’t finish. So he grabbed my head and forced me to continue. Then he stood up so he could thrust into my mouth. Then we heard foot steps upstairs, and scrambled to get decent before my mother could come downstairs and see us.and as I was talking to my mom, telling her that I was looking for an item a friend was looking for, he slipped out the back door. I went out back to look for him…but he was gone…i sat on the couch…almost in tears…waiting for him to come back…but he didn’t…so I texted him…and he confirmed my thoughts…he was just there to test if he still had feelings for me, or if his feelings for his fiance were stronger…I sat there…on that couch…crying for 20 minutes…and then I went upstairs to my room and cried myself to sleep…