You ruined me. More to the point, you ruined my sex life.
I will never forget the first time I made you have an orgasm. We were in my parent’s bed, and it was the first time you let me give you oral sex. You came, hard. Your hips were bucking and you were pushing your pussy against my lips and tongue. Your body tensed up and you were screaming in pleasure. It was amazing.
After that first time, I learned to make you cum easily with my fingers. I knew precisely the spot to hit, deep inside you. I knew exactly how to move my fingers, the amount of pressure to apply, the way to stroke your G-spot. I could make you cum over and over. It was so hot. I loved watching you orgasm. I felt so great, being able to give you so much pleasure.
You came the first time we made love – on a pile of blankets and cushions in my basement. Do you realize how rare that is? Every time I have heard a woman tell about her first time having sex, she says it was miserable. But at our first time, you’re whole body rocked with intensity. You were, literally, screaming and moaning. Lord knows how we managed not to wake up everyone in the house.
I don’t think we ever had sex and you didn’t orgasm. And not just once. A series of earth-shattering, body tensing, writhing, incredible, multiple orgasms. Over and over again. We would stop for a while, rest, and do it again – even more intensely. Sex with you was absolutely incredible.
Since you were my first, I thought that’s how sex was with everyone.
After we broke up, I started dating and eventually had sex with another woman for the first time. It was totally different. Sure, it was nice, but nothing like what I had experienced with you. I figured it was just her – something not quite right, maybe a little uptight or something.
Over the next few years I dated more women and had other of sexual partners. Some never came at all. Some I couldn’t really tell. I’m pretty sure a few even faked it. The sex was OK for me but I was baffled because something was completely missing. I never found anyone who I had a physical connection with, like you.
Then I got married. Our sex life before marriage wasn’t all that great, and within a few years after marriage it was as vanilla as it gets. We had sex to make babies. It was utilitarian. I started to forget how great sex could really be. It just seemed “normal” for sex to be, well, OK but not so special.
Then when we reconnected in our 30s, it was like “Holy Crap! What have I been missing!” We didn’t skip a beat – the sex was just as good as when we were teenagers. You screamed, your body rocked, and you came over and over again. I could get hard again two minutes after cumming – something that I hadn’t been able to do for years.
When we stopped seeing each other, I was lost. Not only because I missed you badly, but also because I had rediscovered my sexuality and I had no way to get it back again. Going back to baby-making sex was such a huge step backward. I stopped initiating sex completely. Birthday sex was about all I ever had. And that was fine, because it was so disappointing compared to what I knew it could be like.
It is too easy to say that our sex was so incredible because we were deeply in love. For sure, that’s a huge part of it. But it is also that we learned to have sex with each other. Everything I know about sex, I discovered with you.
If I had never met you, I wouldn’t know how amazing it is to make love to a woman who enjoys sex as much as me. A real woman who can let go, allow the pleasure to course through her body in waves, to cum over and over, moaning, screaming. If it wasn’t for you, sex with anyone would seem great… I would have no idea what I was missing. That’s how you ruined me
Of course I am being facetious when I say you ruined me. I will be forever grateful that I experienced how phenomenal it is to “make love” in the truest sense of the expression. To have emotional love manifest itself into physical love. To be able to abandon myself completely; and to be with a woman who could give herself over completely to me. To enjoy giving pleasure as much, maybe even more, than receiving it. It’s a gift, a precious gift, that we will share forever.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7axlrn/you_ruined_me_mf
This was a great read. I hope you get it back one day.
I would agree with this, I’ve been with only a couple of women that affected me this much when we’d have sex. With most partners it’s just been ‘ok’ and with some women they hate it and it really does slip quickly to once every few months or on a birthday. If only everyone could experience it like this, would they settle for just once in a while? Thanks for writing this
Try and spice things up with your wife instead of pining over your ex. There’s a reason she’s your ex..
Wow that was an amazing read. Short, but really got through.
This could be my history…. thank you for sharing.
I’ve had enough experience to understand this. It’s definitely both good and bad knowing what’s out there.