[21 F] I was going through a four month dry spell and it was BAD. Tinder had routinely failed me so I took advantage of a perfect situation: My ex [21 M, drummer] had gotten his house to himself. The entire time we were together we had to be (somewhat) mindful of our surroundings as we are both in a university. His roommates all left for a conference and it gave me the perfect opportunity.
I had been snapping him all day in this denim button down I knew he liked and he had me BEGGING for it. He finally agreed on the promise I wouldn’t be wearing any panties or a bra, with my hair in pigtails (I opted for braids for wear and tear), and I brought my little vibrator along. I brought over a blindfold for an extra measure
I showed up to his house and he immediately began unbuttoning my shirt. I saw that he had laid out a blanket on his living room floor and had the Netflix fireplace set up (super cheesy). He tugged me over to the blanket and had me on all fours, topless. He told me to stay still and he disappeared to another room.
He returned with a belt. He dropped to the floor behind me and pulled my leggings down. With a sudden smack, he cracked the belt over my ass. He gently ran his hand over my ass, telling me I had made a mistake in coming over. He immediately bent down and ran his tongue over my pussy. I yelped in surprise, causing him to laugh. “Go ahead and yell all you want” he said, “there is nobody to hear you”. He switched between the two randomly, throwing in nips and kisses on my ass. Then, he started using his hand. I was calling out, already begging to be fucked. He started doing different drumming patterns with his hand, while naming them off. The best was when he cupped his hand a little, adding the most heat.
Next, he pulled me off the ground and bent me over the couch. He rolled my leggings all the way down, leaving them wrapped around my ankles. He took a tie from his bedroom and tied my hands behind my back. Then, he put the blindfold over my eyes. He gently stuck his index finger in my soaking pussy, slowly drawing it out. The second time, he used his middle finger. He dropped to his knees and began eating me out/fingering me and slapping my ass. I was in pure bliss.
I felt him stand up and walk away. I then heard the foil of a condom tear and I perked up. He then ran the tip so lightly over my pussy. He bent down and murmured in my ear, “ask me to fuck you”. I did. He tugged the leggings all the way off my ankles. “Beg” he growled. I could only say please, before he rammed it in. (I can’t speak for everyone, but my favorite feeling is the first thrust a cock makes.) I almost melted as he slowly pulled all the way out before repeating the process again. It was so incredible that I came so close to having an orgasm when we had really just started! But, just as he does throughout this story, he changed it up right when I was close, stalling (and really building) my orgasm.
Once again he disappeared, this time re-emerging with my vibrator. “Stay very still” he said, as it turned on. He lubed it up and stuck it partially up my ass! (Very small, no harm no foul) He then fucked the living shit out of me! He grabbed ahold of my braids and really went to town. I’m not particularly vocal, but I have never made anywhere close to as much noise as I did then. He removed the vibrator after awhile, and continued to really give it to me. My legs had steadily been going numb and I was losing most of the feeling in my legs. (I honestly belonged on the broken fucktoy page in that moment.) Through the aggressive fucking, the knots around my wrists started to slack (he has weak knot-tying skills) and my arm came free. Hoping to regain any kind of feeling, I tried to prop myself up.
All I could hear was “oh no, look at what you did” and I was on the floor. My legs had buckled underneath me. I was so far gone, but he had other plans. He actually readjusted me, and began fucking me on the floor. I can’t remember at what point the blindfold fell off. It may have started with him fucking me as I laid on my side, but once I regained any semblance of feeling I threw my legs on top of his shoulders. If that weren’t the end all to everything, he actually then started slow fucking me like before as he held my legs together up in the air! We had never done that move, and never did again, but it has resonated with me. Once again, I was on a high ready to burst- and he switched it up. The guy is king of bad timing! He pulled the vibrator back out and had me kind of lay on it, so that when he fucked me in missionary it was an amazing little addition. I was immediately close again, determined to make it. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, keeping doing exactly that” I moaned.
At this point, we had neared 3 hours. So I don’t blame him for cumming. I honestly thought we were going to go at the same time, but I just didn’t. He then pulled out, and went down on me. He is so insanely good at that, but with the worst stamina. It was over far too quickly and he began spooning me, reaching around to finger me and we made out. I gave it a little help by rubbing my clit and I had the most intense orgasm I have ever had with him. It felt so long and so so good I didn’t know what to do with myself. His mouth immediately found mine and we had a passionate kiss while I road out my orgasm.
I laid there spent, as he cleaned up. For the following week I had carpet burn and bruises on my hips from the arm of the couch. It was the absolute best sex I have ever had, and the kind of stuff that makes sleeping with an ex so dangerous. We fucked around afterwards for a few months before it ended for good.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bsdn5s/best_sex_i_have_ever_had_f