[FM] Thinking about past encounters…

Hi there. I’ve come over from r/SluttyConfessions so if you’re already familiar with me, this is not a new story. I just copy-pasted the first one I posted there. I’ve just guessed I’m supposed to use [FM] for being a female telling an encounter with a male, please tell me if that’s wrong.

Alright so here’s a little about me. When I’m in a relationship, I’m 100% loyal. I don’t even flirt. But when I’m single, I’m a Master Cock Hunter. I love to gag on cock. I love to be titty fucked. I love a cock in my ass. But I’m not here to tell you about the fun times I had while single (well, maybe once I run out of the stories that I want to tell). I’m here to tell you about the times I have actually cheated. There were only two relationships I did this in, and I’m not even sure I can count the first one as cheating due to a technicality. That’s the one I’ll start with. There will be a bit of boring back story before we get to the good stuff.

The year was 2012. I was 19 and had taken the bold (read: stupid) step of moving in with my 23 year old boyfriend of six months. He. Was. Horrible. He basically expected me to be this sweet little teenager who didn’t have much experience. When he found out I’d been with 5 guys (that he knew of, the were actually more) before him, I was the worlds biggest whore in his eyes. When we argued, he’d call me every misogynist slur under the sun. He’d say the most awful things. Also I couldn’t even say hello to a guy I knew, because that meant I was fucking them, or wanted to. Got a text from a guy? I must be fucking him. Dude wrote “happy birthday” on my facebook wall? That must be why my throat is sore, he rammed his cock down it.

Anyway, one night I was out with my friends, he was out with his friends. We ran into each other. He started on me and I actually stood up for myself for a change. This escalated into us breaking up. The night goes on, my friends go home but I’m not ready to call it a night. The last thing I want to do is go home to him. I’m going to stay out until it’s a reasonable hour for me to call my parents to help me move out. It reaches 5am. The clubs are closing so I head to a recovery club. I’m sitting on a couch with a water trying to sober up. Then ‘he’ approaches me. A guy I vaguely remember from high school. He’s hot as fuck, so I never really spoke to him because I was not one of the cool popular kids. He remembers me though. Straight away he’s talking about how they all used to talk about me, because I developed early and I developed well. His eyes are all over my chest so I shift position to make it stick out more, giving him a good view of my cleavage. I tell him I used to watch him play basketball and later at night I’d think about him showering while I touched myself (I know, so innocent back then). I do have a split second of thinking I shouldn’t be doing this but I mean, I’m single now, right? And even if I’m not, I’m constantly accused of being a cock hungry slut so I may as well act on it.

Honestly I can’t remember how this happened but next thing I know we’re in the underground car park, his face is buried in my pussy and he has two fingers in my ass, which was new for me. My tits are out and I’m squeezing my nipples hard. He grabs me by the hips, flips me over onto my knees a rams his hard cock into me. I’m furiously rubbing my clit and biting my arm to stop myself from screaming. Internally I’m begging for him to put his cock in my ass, but as I’d never even thought of that before I was too shy to actually say it. I have the most intense orgasm I’ve had in a long while, which seems to be the finishing touch for him as I hear him grunt as he starts ramming his cock into me harder than he already was. It doesn’t take much longer, he fills me with his hot cum and apologizes for not pulling out. No big deal, I’m on the pill. I’m disappointed I didn’t get to wrap my mouth around his cock though. There’s nothing for me to clean myself with so I just pull up my pants, we say goodbye, and I go home.

So here is, in my opinion, the sluttiest bit. I walk in the door and there’s my (ex?) boyfriend sitting on the floor with my kitten. He’s crying. He starts apologizing profusely and begs me not to leave him. I crouch down to comfort him and as I do so, I can feel what must by now be the last bit of the guys cum ooze out of my still throbbing pussy and spread down my thigh.

I’m not ashamed. I smile. And I think of it while I hate fuck my boyfriend for the next few weeks before I finally break up with him for good.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9ey2mu/fm_thinking_about_past_encounters

One comment on “[FM] Thinking about past encounters…

  1. I’d say that was a great ways to end it with him. good riddance and gpood for you, getting and doing what you want.

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