My ex was seriously the best fuck ever and looked like a porn star. I have been spinning in circles for 6 months and nothing has even come CLOSE to the sex we had. It is seriously depressing. I cannot go back to my ex. What do I do?

Your main issue is as clear as daylight to me: you're focused on the wrong goal. I'll get back to this point in a minute, but first let me begin by recognizing that it's completely understandable to desire another woman as mindblowing as you describe your ex following a breakup, but keeping your sights set on scoring another hit of the dragon prime piece of ass will drive you absolutely mad and will bring you closer to your own destruction in due time. Look at how you're admitting that despite how toxic this woman is, your insatiable lust for her body has you second-guessing yourself, how whatever voice of reason you have within you is in danger of being drowned out so you can grovel back and have her hole(s) send you to nirvana just.one.more.time. (or so you keep telling yourself)

I had an ex years ago that was a solid 7 overall, nice, tight little body, small perky tits, great curvy ass, but Jesus Christ, that pvssy was handcrafted by God Himself, and together with her obsession for my D, constantly blowing up my phone with her deepest fantasies about what she wanted me to do to her, the earth-shattering orgasms the both of us would get out of our scorching-hot sessions, the squirting, the way she'd downright worship me in and out of the bedroom - well, speaking of Jesus, it wasn't long before she had me convinced I too could walk on water. To make a long-story short, that incredibly addictive gravy train came to an end after a full year-long ride, and then the depression set in. I've had many girls after her, and there definitely have been one or two who were better overall lays when you factor everything else in, but that immaculate pvssy of my ex's still, in her own way, has her at the very top of my all-time list, even after all these years. It's all good though, and let me explain why now by returning to how I began this response.

It wasn't until much later, after many sleepless nights, after wasting God knows how many hours obsessively wondering where she was, if she was banging someone else already, if there was more than one other guy, if she was enjoying them more than she enjoyed me etc., that I slowly began to realize the pathetic stupidity of the sort of questions I was asking, and that longing for either her or a replacement that could either match or surpass her was completely misguided and only going to lead me right back to a pit of all-consuming misery and despair. My man, you must desire with all your will and might to be liberated of these cravings and to laugh at them even. This must be your new goal, your goal of all goals: to escape the prison your own lust has built up and you yourself have willingly walked into and are currently trying with all your might not to return to.

This girl (and the next hot piece of ass to catch your eye and/or to make your eyes roll back in the sack) own you (yes, a girl you've never even met yet owns you) because you do not own yourself. This entire post of your's is a testament to that observation.

"What do I do?", you ask? You shut her out, completely, and you remind yourself that you are not the only one who's been in similar shoes, but that you currently stand at a crossroad: to follow the path of the countless suckers who couldn't control their compulsions, who lacked the self-restraint and self-respect to avoid defiling themselves in exchange for one more shot of heroin piece of a (deranged) 'goddess', or to choose the path of those who chose peace of mind, sanity, and respect for self instead and kept their foot on the gas until nothing could be seen in the rearview and all they were left with were a handful of fond memories they could smile at from time to time.