[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gzy5hc/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h01pvo/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h02yz4/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h03cgv/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h03sur/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
I mentioned from the outset that Squishy had a penchant for being dominated. I don’t have a natural proclivity towards non-consensual shit, and I do kinda feel proud that I don’t need to tie a girl up to get a boner. However, during the time I was having my fun with Squishy I definitely adapted myself to her desires.
Let me go backward for a bit. One day early on when I was still asking her about her other guy, Tim, Squishy sent me a pic of the two of them together at an outdoor cafe. She drew my attention to the fact that she was wearing long sleeves and said: “I wore that sweater because my arms were really bruised from Tim hitting me while we fucked.”
She conveyed to me how the day before she encouraged Tim to be rough with her and he had said “I just don’t think I feel comfortable hitting you”. She seemed to take it as a point of pride that less than 24 hours later he was whacking her hard with his hands and calling her a whore; all because of her influence.
She exerted that influence on me, too. It took me a bit longer than Tim, but I got there as well. I work in the mental-health field and so I know what to look for to identify trauma. As far as I could tell, though, Squishy didn’t have a fucked-up, damaged past. I’ve thought for years about this and I’m forced to conclude that she just seemed to be drawn to certain extremes. Receiving bruises sure as shit didn’t sound appealing to me but I grew to accept that that’s just what she needed to do in order to shake loose the dopamine.
Our sexting sessions got me comfortable with her preferences, and so I was prepared for when we got together next.
I strolled up to her house and she had me come inside. It was a bright sunny day and she was barefoot and had a pretty yellow sundress on. I just did a google image search in order to refresh my memory and it strikes me that [this girl right here](https://imgur.com/a/Tfz3qta) is a pretty good representation of how Squishy looked, except her hair was more of a dirty blonde.
I did the same thing I did the first time. I took her into my arms and we kissed for a while she roamed her hands on my torso and I just held her waist. Her hair smelled like apples.
I’m not into home decor at all but I knew how proud Squishy was of her home, so when we were done making out I’d find notable things to express an interest in and ask about. Online or in real life, it would always start her chattering. I wasn’t just infatuated with her beauty or her sexuality; her enthusiasm was infectious and delightful. She didn’t like to type long messages online, so it was kinda fun to get her talking in person.
But you came here to hear more about us fucking, right?
Here’s how it happened that day. After some conversation standing next to the island in her kitchen we started making out again. I loved the feel of her tongue in my mouth and my tongue in hers. I put one hand up her skirt and slid my fingers into her panties. I toyed with her cunt and moved behind her to kiss her neck. I noticed that her pussy started to get wetter much faster in the next few moments and I made a mental note of the EXACT way I had been stroking her inner labia in order to produce that effect. (Later she told me it was something else I did that got her wet, actually)
I abruptly stopped fingering her and held her at arms length. I decided to take the initiative with making things dark, since by that time I knew she liked it that way. Before she could say anything I told her: “I like that outfit, Squishy”.
She just gazed at me patiently and breathed.
I then said: “I’ll make you a deal. I’m going to count to five. If you’re able to get to your bedroom without me catching you, that outfit will be fit for you to wear again another day. If I catch you, though, rip it off your body, and then I’ll fuck you with no mercy.”
It wasn’t really a contest. She outpaced me easily but even so, she let out a scared yelp when she saw I was in pursuit. I still had socks on, and if I’d seriously tried to sprint after her I’d have slipped on her hardwood floors. I didn’t want to rip her dress, though, I just wanted to thrill her. When I got to her bedroom she was hoisting her dress up over her head. As I undressed I reassured her that because she had won the race I would not shred her dress and panties, but I still had every intention of fucking her hard. And believe me, I really wanted to fuck her. I pulled her onto the bed and just gazed at her body greedily as she lay on her back. There was a lot of light coming in from the window, and the walls and the bedspread were white, so I could see every bit of her glorious skin. She was smiling and watching me. I took her legs and bent her knees up toward her chest. I loomed over her and rested her feet on my chest. I used one hand to continue stroking her slit, occasionally moving between her buttocks, and I told her how it was going to play out.
“Today I’m going to enjoy your tight little ass, Squishy. I’m going to lube my dick really good with your wetness and I’m going to ram your asshole…”
(This next part is embarrassing, but Im going to resist the temptation to omit it)
She took on a grave expression and was shaking her head. She said “Nope. Nope. We can’t risk it today, MQ.” She said it without a hint of her usual coyness so I knew it was real talk. I laughed, told her “No problem” and switched back into the dominant role I’d adopted for our games.
And then she shifted a little and brought her heel down on my clavicle like it was a tomahawk. She kicked me off of her with her other foot, right in the chest.
“You motherfucker.” she said, contemptuously.
I reeled back, surprised. She had that horny energy dancing in her eyes, so I was reassured immediately that she wanted to get right back to being dark.
Me: “Oh, so that how it’s going to be; you dirty bitch?”
Her: “Fuck you!”
She was about to kick me again but I shoved her leg sideways. This put her on her side, and I pushed her further so she was on her belly. Her ass jiggled a bit. The sight of it was gorgeous. I could see she was about to flip onto her back but I quickly got on top of her and grabbed her neck. She writhed around and looked over her shoulder at me venomously. She called me a “Fucking prick” but made no serious efforts to break free.
(Side note: In documenting this experience I wrote down several interruptions and time-outs we had. Adjustments to parameters, a hasty break to close an open window, negotiating safety, etc. It really interrupts the entertainment factor, though, so I’m keeping that version in my original unvarnished document and giving you the fun version that omits all that shit. So if it ever comes off like I’m a mind reader who always got things right, just remember that you’re getting the glossy director’s cut)
I laughed at her as I gripped her neck and jammed one of my finger knuckles into one of her back-ribs.
“Ow!” She screamed.
I did it a few more times because it was fun watching her squirm. Her head tossed around a bit, so sometimes she was glimpsing me through the gaps in her mussed hair.
Me: “You need a bit of smacking around, don’t you, you dirty slut?”
Her: “I’m sorry! I’ll be good!”
Me: “Hahahah I don’t believe you.”
I shifted off her back but I gripped her neck tighter and increased the downward pressure. I was adjacent now, and I reached into her crotch and started stroking her hot, wet hole. She didn’t clamp her legs shut.
Her: “Please! I’m sorry!
Me: “Tell me what you are and maybe I’ll trust you again”
Her: “I’m a bad girl!”
I slapped her hard on the ass
Me: “That’s for giving me a lazy answer.”
Her: “I’m your dirty mistress!”
I spanked her again and kneaded her ass cheeks really hard. I went back to fingering her, dipping my middle finger in and out of her cunt. She was arching her back a little and tilting her rump slightly upwards.
I pulled my finger out of her pussy and said she was going to taste herself. I made her lick her wetness off my finger and she sucked on it enthusiastically. She whimpered in exaggerated, wordless distress. I could see she was having fun but she was making me so horny that I was going out of my mind. Luckily she gave me a satisfactory answer when she was done licking me.
Her: “I’m your little fuck toy. I’m a little blonde bitch who needs a good hard fucking.”
I flipped her over. Unbidden, she spread those beautiful, toned legs of hers. I got on top, pinning her wrists down beside both sides of her head. She grunted hoarsely as I slid inside and fucked her tight, wet pussy. Her hair was all tousled everywhere and she sometimes tossed her head violently to keep strands of hair out of her mouth. She stared into my eyes and wore a nasty sneer on her face that was a bit over the top; like she was trying to look like a caricature of an evil demon bitch from hell. She would have looked really silly if it hadn’t been also really fucking sexy. I’m proud that this time I wasn’t a three stroke joke and I was able to fuck her for much longer than last time. The whole time I would tell her whatever abusive stuff came to mind as I penetrated her:
“I’m going to FUCK you, you little devil-bitch!”
“You’re going to fuck this dick a lot of times, aren’t you, slut?”
“I’ll do whatever I WANT to that little PUSSY!”
Stuff like that. She only replied with grunts and evil glares.
Her cunt felt so good gripping my cock. Sometimes I slowed down the thrusting so I could just feel myself probing within her snug little slit. I came extremely hard and pumped a hot, pulsing cumshot into her. It would have felt really good to just enjoy that moment and savor it, but she broke off from her succession of little devil grunts and cried: “Fuck! I’m almost there! Eat my cunt, NOW! PLEASE!”
I pulled out and shoved my face between her legs. I focused on her clit and just made the tip of my tongue firm like a jousting lance and worked away at it. She clenched her thighs around my head and for a second I thought she was sobbing, but it was just a really fierce orgasm. I eased up, since I knew from experience that once the orgasm hits the clit gets sensitive.
I just got onto my knees and watched Squishy loll around for a bit. She was just a tangle of hair, pink skin and excitement. I turned into a panting, grinning idiot. God, it felt great. It had taken me so much longer to get good at sex with my wife. Orgasm just wasn’t as much of a priority as it was for Squishy, though. I think Squishy definitely had a lower orgasm threshold, but she was also really task-oriented. I was very proud.
“Come here” She said.
I snuggled up to her face-to-face, but she said she wanted to be held from behind. I spooned with her and she just spoke really frankly about what a good fuck that was. It was at this point she told me that she really liked the way the stubble on my face felt against her neck. Through the ensuing discussion I learned it was that sensation that got her extra wet when I was groping under her dress in the kitchen.
She enjoyed me nuzzling her for a while but she adopted an “Ok, playtime is over!” sort of demeanor, and we got cleaned up and dressed.
Part 7 will have an account of the first time I ever had sex outdoors ?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h0jbeo/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who
I like both the story and the way you present it; a mixture of matter-of-fact and really sexy without any cockiness.