It’s that time of the month for me which causes an increase to my already high libido. Every month for two whole weeks, all I can think about is sex and masturbating but masturbating only makes it worse. I have a very hard time masturbating without some form of a mental stimulation (videos, audio, r/gonewildstories, etc.), but every once in a while when my libido is off the charts, I will start to think back to some of my incredibly hot and kinky times.
A few years ago, I met Zach. Zach was not my type (I didn’t even know that I had a type until last year), but it was his personality that caught my attention. After a few weeks our relationship “just happened” and, admittably, it was not the healthiest relationship. I believe the one thing that kept us together for so long was our kinky sex life.
Zach is not large in size at all. It did not matter though because he made up for it in other ways: through foreplay (very important fellas), oral, toys, knowing the right angles, and so much more. I’m already sensitive but he found all of the right spots to kiss/touch me and make me squirm. 20 minutes of teasing and oral stimulation would make me orgasm HARD so his dick would feel amazing when he finally slipped it inside of me.
We were the type of couple to fuck 7+ times per week. I would be at work feeling quite hot and heavy, so eventually I built up the courage to send a simple “fuck me” text to test my boundaries. It was very well received. I started doing this every time I found myself horny at work and we would both rush home and fuck hard.
He and I were closeted freaks, but we would tease each other out in public by touch, whispers, and text to build up the anticipation of getting home and finally releasing that built up frustration. On days like these, we would touch each other through our clothes on the way home and he would always walk behind me to grope me as I was going up the two flights of stairs that led to our apartment. He would then proceed to shut the door behind him, spin me around, and slam me against the door as we made out furiously. Eventually, he would pick me up and carry me to our bedroom where he would either throw me on the bed, or kiss me all over before he would forcibly push me on my back onto our bed.
Honestly, our sex life was so great that the idea of sleeping around is unappealing. Right after we separated (note: these next few sentences are dick moves that I do regret and have apologized profusely) I did have two rebounds but they were amateurs compared to my sex life with Zach. We stayed friends and due to my inability to hide things from him and lie to him, he found out about the rebounds but I also admitted how terrible they were compared to our sex life and he took full advantage of this. It made our sex life even more amazing, although I wouldn’t recommend this because it put a strain on our friendship because we were not giving each other enough time to move on.
Anyway, if I get really turned on again sometime in the near future, maybe I will finally build up the motivation to post about some of my favorite times with him. I have plenty.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8n51eu/zach_fm