My boyfriend Henry and I have been going through a mini rough patch. Nothing we can’t handle, but we’ve been stepping on each other’s toes way more frequently than usual after four months of sheltering together in a one bedroom apartment. A couple weeks ago, I had an important work Zoom meeting, and Henry knew. I know he knew because I told him multiple times. But, despite my reminders the week of, night before, morning of, and an hour beforehand, Henry still clattered loudly around the kitchen in the middle of my meeting. I texted him to keep it down, but his phone chimed on the table next to me, far away from his view.
I could have screamed. One of my biggest pet peeves about Henry is how he never fucking has his phone on him, and it’s especially an issue when I need to get ahold of him urgently. Such as when my boss stops me in the middle of a sentence to tell me that I should turn my sound off for the remainder of the meeting and instead share my work next week because the background noise is too distracting. I couldn’t even offer to walk into another room before he muted me. I barely held it together for the rest of the meeting, bursting into tears of frustration the second my boss ended the Zoom call. “Lily?” Henry called over concernedly walking quickly through the doorway, “What’s wrong?”
Shrugging off his hand as it landed on my shoulder, I stood up and glared at him, tears still streaming down my face. “I told you that I needed one measly half hour of quiet in this tiny ass apartment! Why the fuck were you making so much noise?”
“Oh shit,” he murmured, rubbing a hand on the back of his head, “That was just now?”
“YES. It was JUST NOW. Like I told you it would be!”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. I have to wait a week for feedback now.”
“Shit, that sucks.”
“Do you have anything else to say?” I probed, my brow furrowing.
“Like what?”
“Like how about an apology?” I exclaimed exasperatedly, swiping frustratedly at my cheek, “I’m going to be twiddling my thumbs and doing busy work for the next week!”
“What can I do to help?”
“Nothing, Henry, unless you have a time machine,” I snapped, moving away from him as he tried to reach out for me again, “And you still haven’t apologized!”
“Yes, I did!”
“No, you didn’t actually apologize.”
“I asked if I could help!”
“That’s not an apology!”
“FINE. I’m sorry! Are you happy now?”
“Of course I’m not happy! Why do I have to beg you for an apology? Why don’t you ever just volunteer one so I don’t have to ask? It is *exhausting* to get you to admit when you’re wrong, Henry.”
I needed to get away from him before I started yelling. Grabbing my computer and phone, I stormed into our bedroom, shutting the door behind me. For the next half hour, I vented over text to one of my best friends and screamed into a pillow, willing myself to calm down and just get over it. I couldn’t. It is pulling teeth to get a single, goddamn apology from that man, and I absolutely hate having to ask for one rather than just have one be offered the second he realizes he fucked up. It’s one of our biggest repeated fights, and I can’t fucking stand having to rehash the same issue over and over again. My phone chimed beside me on the bed as Henry texted me.
>*You still mad?*
Something about the text pissed me off even more. It wasn’t “I’m sorry,” and it wasn’t “can we talk” – it was placing the burden on me to get over it. I shot a text back and then turned off my phone.
*Do you still not understand why I’m actually angry? I’m writing now. Please don’t interrupt unless it’s important.*
I got on Reddit and started working on a story about a [guy](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hktxll/fm_my_25f_first_fight_and_role_play_makeup_sex/) I slept with before I met Henry. It was kind of petty to escape into memories of sex with another man, but I would’ve written the story eventually anyway. About an hour and a half in, I got a chat request from a username that referenced my stories. I always respond to chats and messages as long as they aren’t creepy, but I was particularly intrigued by this one – I had never seen a username based on my writing
>*Hey TBD. Sounds like your boyfriend acted like an ass. I bet he’s sorry. Both for being an ass and then not apologizing for it*
I laughed, my frustration finally starting to melt away. I checked the profile and saw it had been created within the last couple hours, with no comments or posts. Smiling softly, I wrote back.
*he’s not that bad*
*sometimes refuses to admit when he’s wrong*
*but it’s nothing I can’t handle*
>*I bet you wish you could do something to get back at him*
*what did you have in mind?*
>*Want to meet up?*
I snorted. I’m not opposed to role-playing, but I wasn’t convinced yet.
*interesting*
*are you any good in bed, stranger?*
>*Nobody’s ever complained*
>
>*But who said anything about a bed?*
>
>*Meet me in the park*
>
>*Don’t wear panties*
*when?*
>*Now*
Henry knocked softly on the door and called to me through the wood. “I’m gonna go for a walk. I’d really like to talk when I get back. Love you.”
I stayed silent, my heart pounding as I bit my lip and smiled. The second I heard the door close behind him, I jumped off the bed and ripped off my clothes. Changing into a flowing shift dress with nothing underneath and sliding my feet into a pair of sandals, I shoved my mask, phone, and keys into a purse and ran out the door. The sun was almost done setting, the final rays of light barely stretching over the horizon to illuminate my walk. The park was only a block away, and Henry was waiting for me on a bench by the time I arrived. “Hi, are you TBD?” he called over, standing up and walking over to me.
I smiled to myself and got into character. “I’m glad you reached out,” I called back, biting my lip, “My boyfriend was really pissing me off.”
He grinned and grabbed my hand, leading me into the darkening park. “I think I can help with that.”
“I never do this,” I giggled, “I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m, uh, Joey.”
“Do you frequently fuck taken women in parks, *Joey*?”
He laughed and looked over his shoulder at me as he guided me into a tiny clearing where we sometimes like to picnic. “I’m usually respectful of monogamy, but something about your stories inspired me to reach out.”
“Interesting,” I whispered as he pressed me against a large tree and began kissing down my neck, “Was it anything in particular?”
He grabbed my ass and hitched me up in his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He held me against the tree’s rough bark as he spoke. “It seems like you really love your boyfriend,” he whispered, “You write a lot about him, and you describe him as if he’s the best person you’ve ever met.”
“That’s because he is,” I insisted, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, “Even if he’s a stubborn ass sometimes. So you’ve actually read my stories?”
Henry smiled softly and didn’t meet my eyes. “Maybe. A few.”
“Which one was your favorite?” I murmured, leaning forward to nibble his ear.
“The one where you guys met,” he whispered, beginning to grind his cock against me through his pants, “You were clearly into him from the moment you first saw him, but I can’t help but feel like he’s the lucky one.”
“I wonder what he’d say if he saw me here with you,” I moaned, lifting my dress around my stomach to expose my bare pussy and tying the fabric in a knot to hold it there, my ass and lower back pressing against the tree.
“Better make it worth it in case he finds out.”
I kissed him deeply as he pulled his hard cock out over his pants and tapped the head against my clit a couple times. I moaned into our kisses. He slid his tongue against mine slowly and teased my entrance with his tip. “How are you already this wet?” he groaned against my lips, “Does it turn you on to fuck a stranger raw in public?”
“Henry…” I whispered.
“Joey,” he corrected me, sucking roughly on my neck as he pushed the head of his cock inside me and removed it, repeating the slow movement a couple times to tease me and prepare me for his cock.
I moaned at his teasing and then giggled. “Fine. Joey. When was the last time you got tested?”
Henry roared with laughter and rested his forehead against my shoulder. “You are terrible at role-play,” he whispered, his chest shaking.
“You didn’t even ask me if I’m cool with not using condoms or what kind of birth control I’m on, *Joey*! And what if I had coronavirus? You aren’t wearing a mask to meet a stranger!”
“Oh my god, Lily, will you please just let me fuck you?” he asked, still laughing.
“Will you promise to try harder to apologize before I have to ask for it? I don’t want to keep having this fight. It fucking sucks.”
He stopped laughing and brushed my hair away from my face, rubbing his thumb along my cheek. I turned my face and kissed his palm. “I promise,” he murmured, holding my gaze, “I’m sorry.”
I kissed him gently and then leaned my head back against the tree, smiling wickedly. “Then yes, you can fuck me, Joey.”
Henry’s lips pressed hard against mine as he pushed all the way inside of me. We moaned in unison, and he hitched me up higher against the tree. The bark scratched my lower back with every thrust, but I couldn’t care less, too focused on squeezing my thighs around his waist and scratching my fingers against his scalp. He tightened his grip on my ass and held me there as he began pumping inside of me, our tongues tangling together. I held onto him desperately as he thrusted.
He paused to adjust my legs over his forearms before fucking me with renewed vigor, the new angle allowing his cock to press against my g-spot with every harsh thrust. My moans deepened. He dipped his head to kiss my neck, biting and sucking my skin and leaving a mark as if we were teenagers. I bit down on his earlobe, tugging it roughly. “I wonder what Henry will say when he sees this hickey,” he moaned.
“He’ll probably beat you up and then bend me over in public to reclaim my pussy,” I whispered, holding onto him for dear life, “He’s the jealous type, you know.”
“And yet you still came out here to fuck me bareback in a park,” he groaned, somehow gripping my ass even tighter as he pumped into me faster and faster.
I couldn’t stop myself from letting out soft cries of pleasure as he fucked the life out of me. “I had to teach him a lesson,” I whimpered, “He needs to learn the consequences of being an asshole.”
Henry buried his forehead into my neck, panting as he maintained his exhausting pace. “I bet he’s really fucking sorry,” he moaned, “I bet he’d give anything in the world to make you understand how much he loves you.”
Sliding a hand between us, I began rubbing my clit roughly. “I’m getting close, Joey,” I whispered.
“Cum for me,” he demanded, “Cum on my cock. I want to hear you scream my name.”
Tightening my other arm around his shoulders, I rubbed my clit harder. In no time, my pussy was clenching around his erection as I came. “Joey! Oh my fucking god, Joey, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!”
Henry fucked me through my orgasm, letting out soft moans as my pussy pulsed. All the tension left my body as he fucked it out of me, pleasure flowing out to my fingertips and toes and dragging my anger out with it. All I wanted was him. “I want to cum inside you,” he begged, “Please, can I cum in your pussy?”
“Yes!” I called out loudly, forgetting we were outside, “Cum for me, Joey, please! Claim my pussy!”
He groaned loudly and gave me a couple final, harsh thrusts as he unloaded cum inside of me, his broad torso pressing me harder into the tree’s rough surface as he partially collapsed against me. I moaned softly at the feeling of his spurts of cum flooding my pussy. Henry held me there for a moment, gently kissing my neck and murmuring soft words as our heartbeats slowly returned to normal. I brought my hand back up to wrap my arm around his neck again, holding him to me with both arms as the uncomfortable tree reminded me of its presence. “I’m getting scratched up,” I whispered, “Can you let me down?”
He immediately took a step backwards to put some distance between me and the offending bark. He kissed me softly, still holding me tightly in his arms. After a moment, he looked me in the eye. “I don’t know how to put you down safely,” he admitted with a chuckle.
I laughed, my chest pressing against his. His cock softened inside of me as cum began to slide down my pussy and pool at my entrance. “Ok, let’s first adjust my legs,” I suggested, wiggling a little in his arms.
He held me tightly and shook his head, smiling. “I have a better idea,” he insisted.
Henry carefully knelt on the ground and then leaned forward, gently resting my sore, scratched up back on the grass. I smiled up at him. He kissed me and moved his hands to frame my face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, breaking the kiss to rest his cheek against my chest, my legs wrapped around his waist, “I don’t know why I find it so hard to apologize.”
I rubbed his back with one of my hands, the other coming up to hold his face against my soft breasts. “I don’t expect it to change overnight,” I murmured, “But I need you to work on it, ok?”
He nodded adjusted his pelvis to remove his cock, tucking it back inside his pants before laying back down and holding me again tightly. “I have to admit,” he whispered after a moment, “As hot as this was for role-play, I feel sick to my stomach at the idea of you fucking someone behind my back.”
Giggling, I tilted his face up to look at me. “You were the one who initiated, buddy. I don’t know what to tell you.”
“I know,” he murmured, his eyes flickering between mine.
A flip switched inside him. Henry pressed his lips to mine desperately, shoving his tongue in my mouth as he stole breathless kisses. He kissed down my jaw to my neck, pulling my dress roughly over my tits to capture my nipples with his tongue. “You’re mine,” he hissed.
I moaned as he teased my nipples into hardened points with his tongue and teeth, biting a little too hard on them and sending electric shocks straight to my cunt. “Henry…” I moaned, bucking my hips up against him.
He kept kissing down my body, licking and biting my skin until he was finally at my pussy. “This is mine,” he commanded, placing a hard lick against my clit and then looking me in the eye, “I’m the one you wake up next to every morning. I’m the one who makes you cum every fucking day.”
“I’m yours, Henry,” I insisted, tangling my hands into his hair.
He sucked my clit into his mouth and began forcefully lapping his tongue against it, my body curling in on itself from pleasure as my thighs tightened around his head. Without warning, he shoved three fingers into my cunt, groaning as he felt his cum inside me and forcefully fucking me with his large hand. I let out a soft shriek, my pussy feeling so full and tight and sore in the best way. He curled his fingers and violently pressed them against my g-spot, overstimulating me as he licked my clit harshly. My body began to shake roughly, spasms of pleasure shooting through my limbs. “Don’t stop!” I demanded.
He maintained his tongue’s assault on my clit and pushed in a fourth finger, stretching me almost painfully around his hand. I screamed quietly and clenched my legs even harder around him, holding him against me. Within seconds, I was gone. “Oh! Henry! I’m cumming! Mmm!” I cried, my whole body exploding as I squeezed my eyes shut.
He moaned against my clit and kept his movements consistent, working me through wave after wave of pleasure as they crashed over me like a tsunami. He refused to slow down, prolonging my orgasm until I begged for him to stop, my body spasming with aftershocks. He finally released me, climbing back on top of me to shove his tongue into my mouth and crush me against his chest in a tight hug. I held him back just as tightly, pulling him down to lay his weight on me. He slowly relaxed against me. After a moment, he released my lips, nuzzling his forehead against my neck. “Could you taste your own cum as you ate me out?” I asked softly.
“Kind of,” he chuckled, “But I’d just brush it away when I could. It’s my cum anyway. I’m not that grossed out by it.”
I nodded, brushing my fingers through his hair. “I need to shower,” I joked, “And I probably need some antiseptic for my back,” I murmured, wincing as my body began to register the pain more.
“Is it that bad?” he asked softly, looking me in the eye as his brow knitted in concern.
“Let’s find out,” I grimaced, pushing him off of me.
I got on my knees and hitched up the back of my dress higher to show him my back as he turned on his phone flashlight. “Oh FUCK,” he guffawed.
“What? How bad is it?”
“Your back is FUCKED, Lily. You’re bleeding.”
“Oh my god!”
“How are you not screaming right now? This looks so fucking painful! There is actual bark stuck under your skin.”
“I just had two orgasms, Henry! My body can only focus on one sensation at a time!”
“Ok, I’m taking you home and running you a bath, holy shit. Let’s hope it looks better after we clean these cuts out. Otherwise, I don’t know what we should do. I don’t think you need stitches, but we might need to reassess in the morning. I don’t want to go to the ER, though, they’re so busy with COVID cases.”
“Stop it! You’re freaking me out!”
“I’m sorry! I’m trying not to freak out right now too! Planning is calming me down.”
He gently helped me to my feet, untying my dress from around my waist and adjusting it to cover me. We took a couple steps towards the entrance to the clearing when I stopped, grabbing his arm and looking him in the eye. “Wait, Henry! Oh my god!”
“What? Are you ok? Does it hurt to walk?” he asked frantically, his eyes scanning my body for any previously unseen injuries.
“You apologized!” I cried.
“What?” he laughed.
“I said you were freaking me out, and you apologized! Without me asking!”
“Lily!” he laughed exasperatedly, “Now is not the time! I need to make sure you don’t bleed on the sidewalk the whole walk home!”
I let him gently guide me back towards our apartment. “If I die from a sex-related injury, I’m going to be pissed,” I muttered.
“At least you’ll have died from doing what you loved?”
“Fair. But I don’t want to come back to haunt you and hear you bragging about how you fucked me into an early grave, you hear?”
“Absolutely not, no, I don’t hear. I would obviously brag about that, and ghost-you wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing stop me.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t.”
That night, Henry made good on his offer, running me a bath and bringing me dinner as I soaked before gently taking care of my cuts until they were cleaned, disinfected, and bandaged up. He tucked me into bed and then climbed in next to me, careful not to touch my back as he pulled me to cuddle against him. I rested my cheek on his chest and sighed contentedly. Henry switched off the lamp on the bedside table. “You need to stop being so complimentary towards me in your stories,” he murmured out of the blue, “You write me with rose tinted glasses, and people are going to think I’m some perfect guy. It’s a lot of pressure to live up to Reddit Henry.”
“I can write up the time you yelled at me about the way I put away the dishes?”
“That’s not a sexy story!” he laughed, “I was being an asshole and misplacing my anger from work.”
“Fine. I’ll think on it and figure out something to write up that doesn’t portray you as a god.”
“Thank you.”
“So you actually did read my stories?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“…And?”
“I really liked them. It’s nice to take a walk down memory lane like that, you know? Even if you exaggerate how good I am in bed.”
“It’s not an exaggeration, Henry.”
“Oh yeah?” he snorted sarcastically, “You feel ‘waves of pleasure’ and have violent orgasms every time I fuck you?”
“Yes? What did you think was happening when I’m moaning?”
He paused. “I dunno? I didn’t realize each orgasm was that intense. Sometimes you’re quiet and sometimes you scream, so I thought they were different.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. There are different kinds of orgasms, but each time I cum, I cum really fucking hard. Sometimes it builds, sometimes it’s sudden. But when I cum against your cock or your fingers or your tongue, it feels like it’s an explosion under my skin. Like I’m falling but also flying? Sometimes it radiates. Other times it is localized in my pussy. I obviously had orgasms before I met you, but the consistent intensity is something that has only ever happened with you. Every time. From day one. My stories don’t exaggerate that.”
He was silent for a moment and then whispered. “Lily. I’m hard again.”
“From listening to me describe my orgasms?”
He nodded. I turned on the light and pulled my panties to the side as I climbed on top of him under the covers, slowly rubbing my bare pussy against the tent in his briefs. “Then you’d better hurry up before Henry gets home, Joey.”
He laughed and reached a hand down to start rubbing my clit, watching with pride as my eyes fluttered closed with pleasure. “I’d rather just be Henry and Lily right now, if that’s ok.”
I kissed him softly and then pressed my forehead against his neck as I reached between us to pull his cock out of his briefs and angle it up against my pussy, slowly sinking down on it with a soft moan. “More than ok.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hnsd64/fm_got_in_a_fight_with_my_boyfriend_so_i_let_a
I totally thought you were going to get that REVENGE DICK! I Love me some revenge dick! Good on Henry for FINALLY apologizing but i hope you make sure to remind him that he can’t always fuck his way to forgiveness! OMG the bark! I hope you didn’t get any permanent damage from that! It easy not to notice shit like that when you’re busy with some outdoor sex. Once I blew a former lover under a bridge while kneeling in a creek and he had enough fun that he didn’t notice his foot was bleeding until he got out of the water and put his sandals back on. That was fun and I have no regrets, but I never did that shit ever again in the water like that because my legs had fucking LEECHES on them when I got out of the creek. ??
First off, can’t believe I’m early to read this one! YES! And secondly, near the beginning of the story, when you ask Joey if he’s read any of your stories, you wrote:
> Henry smiled softly and didn’t meet my eyes. “Maybe. A few.”
Is this intentional? Because later you call him “Henry” and he corrects you before the rest of the story happens.
Edit: after reading the rest, it seems to be an ongoing thing where you call him Henry in your head but Joey to his face.
Edit 2: IM A FUCKING IDIOT. HOW WOULD THIS GUY KNOW IF HE WASNT HENRY. IM SO STUPID IN SORRY. Nice story though
Really did not see that twist coming! Very well done!
The title is very miss leading.. whatever his name is is an ass… this story sucks and you deserve better..
Aww .. I loved your story!
Love it! And the roleplay too!
Wow another incredibly hot and somehow wholesome story! Y’all’s relationship is so cute and I can’t wait to read more from you! :)
I’m just an old school guy…yes Covid has pushed us all to their limits but being respectful to your partner is just common curtesy.. I’m new here and looking for a woman that shares my same values.. don’t get me wrong I love to party and explore new things!!
OMG! I was going to be totally pissed at you for cheating on Henry! I’ve become so invested in yours and Henry’s relationship I was going to be angry at you for screwing it up. I started reading and then went to the comments. I read the first sentence of the first comment and was simultaneously relieved and disappointed that I knew the twist because I love your stories. Once again, great writing. Question though, your “guy” link doesn’t make sense to me considering the story you link to is your make up sex story. Did you intend to link to your bartender story?
I was going to be *so unhappy.* Very, very glad for the twist!
(Also, since w elbow he reads these: Hello, Henry! You two are lucky to have each other!)
Hopefully I’m not the only one thinking this, but… I wouldn’t mind having a boyfriend like Henry.
Actually, allow me to correct myself.
I would LOOOOOOVE to have a boyfriend like Henry.
Being stupid aside, absolutely adore you two and enjoy your stories tremendously! I find not just the sex, but your interactions and the chemistry between you two! AWWWWWW
They had us in the first half, not gonna lie.
Also I can’t get over how cute a couple you two sound!
the actual physical, audible GASP my mouth made when i read that title jesus christ woman do not do me like that. wHEW i was so stressed for .6 seconds
You kids are too fucking cute!
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Damn, hot as always. Hope this wins the monthly contest as it was so original. You and Henry have such a nice dynamic.
On a completely different topic, I’m really dying to know why he chose Joey lmao
I note that, while he apologized for freaking you out, Henry doesn’t seem to have apologized for having damaged your back.
(Or is that just *Joey* being inconsiderate? :)
Brilliant, just brilliant, I actually caved to the tension and scrolled down to check you weren’t doing our guy over (in the wrong way that is)
I’m assuming you guys are in the city because it seems paradoxically city parks have these spots you could definitely get away with doing this sort’ve thing but in the countryside even in a bloody random field there’ll be a farmer or dog walker about to catch you
This is an awesome story! I knew you’d never cheat on Henry so when I read the title I thought it might be a story from before you met him. This is even better though! I love the emotional honesty in all your stories and the sense of humor that runs through this story.
It’s also lovely and refreshing how your stories have shown how both you and Henry have grown over time. So many stories don’t show the humanity of the people in them, but yours are so much hotter because you’re open about who you are.
Can I say that I was actually so mad at Henry about your argument. Pretty sure I have had that argument with my partner and ex’s. Why do men struggle to apologise so much??? ?
I think most couples have had more arguments in lockdown then at any other time in their relationships and I am sure there have been some relationship enders out there too! Me and my partner normally average 1 a year and we have had 3-4 arguments since lockdown started, 2 of them actually very serious. You are much more forgiving than either of us though lol… we both hold grudges which end up with no-one speaking to each other for hours.
I’m so glad you are not like that though! And makeup/angry sex is sometimes the literal best ❤️
***Pina Colada*** theme start playing
Cute ❤️
TLDNWTW
Aww you two are the cutest couple! But it must be hard living up to reddit Henry ? for how long have you two been together? I love the relationship between you two! ?
Oh God what if it is Joey’s Baby! ;)
Glad Henry isn’t so perfect was getting hard to read and think I could live up to that standard.
Great writing hope you keep sharing and Joey slides back in your DMs
Oh my god this has made my night. And also made me cum incredibly hard. And then of course it’s you!! Your stories are great, the hungry but wholesome masturbators of the world thank you.
Soooo lovey dovey and cute! I love it! Omg my wife and I had the exact same argument a few weeks ago as I made too much noise during one of her work calls. No passionate bareback sex here though …
I clicked this thinking he did something horrible enough to justify it and started feeling guilty for reading it…then weirded out by it…and then foolish.
Whew, I thought that it was going to be a pre-Henry story and I just kinda thought “hmm ok intriguing”. Am glad it’s not a decision in heat of moment type dealio!
Hey TBD, don’t read the next bit. Give it to henry!
Stop
You’re real curious eh? Don’t do it!!
…
Also, don’t worry Henry. Your reddit self gives us horny lads someone to look up to. After seeing you care for TBD through her lens, and how you were so courteous with Apartment Boy, and just agh. Melts my heart. Wait, I’m a guy. I can say that, right?
Regardless, you don’t have to live up to Reddit Henry because Reddit Henry is how TBD looks at you. And that’s special. It’s a good relationship when people can ignore the faults of their partner. It’s an amazing one when they can recognize and compensate and still love them with their faults. You two have a lovely relationship, and you better not let her sneak away!
Oh man that title had me fooled haha, Henry is iconic at this point
Also love how you take the time to respond to comments and chats <3 Makes it really fun to keep up with the stories
Henry was THISCLOSE to being cancelled!! :O
You and Henry get me again!! Love your stories
So glad I read this story first before binge reading the rest of the awesome stories on your profile. If I had seen all the lovely Henry adventures first I would never have dared to click on this after seeing the title.
All your stories are absolutely fantastic so you got yourself a fan here hoping you can win this month’s contest!! Really looking forward to reading more of your stories :)))
Just found your stories a couple weeks ago, and WOW!!! I can’t get enough of you and Henry!
Seriously, THANK YOU for sharing your adventures. It gives a fellow Redditor hope that if I play my cards right, I can have some similar stories to tell!
Sorry if I am dumb ..
But the guy you fucked in the park? Was he your boyfriend Henry?
1) I love that Henry (or I guess technically it was Joey) called you TBD instead of Lily, aaand now I totally wanna do the same. 2) Your dang wholesome filth got me AGAIN dude… How are you this good?! First came an audible “ohmygawd” with an instant tear rolling down my cheek when you said it was Henry sitting on the bench, and then my eyes flooded in the end at your “more than okay” response to his question that was already tugging at my dirty heartstrings!! 3) Will I ever be able to leave a short comment? Tune in next time…
You are amazing, your writing voice is amazing, and even with the bumpiness, your relationship is one I can only dream I’ll have one day :)
“Living up to Reddit Henry” can be such a real anxiety! I *loved* reading that he’s a real human with character flaws and all! Another hit with my man and I!
I was really annoyed by my partner not having her phone with her too. I got her an Apple Watch so I can always reach her, and it worked well.
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pass this message to real Henry pls:
here’s your ‘flawed henry’ telling, are you happy? lol
this just makes you less idealized, more human and more approachable. yes, your life partner is a great writer but you seem a good dude, man! take the compliment ?
ps the initial scare was brilliant cause I could not believe it, the doubt you planted in my head! -‘yeah right?’ -‘but would she?’ -‘this is probably a fantasy, a writing prompt!’ -‘but this things are based on real experience..’ -‘she’s not that dumb he would probably read this at some point’ -‘maybe she just gave a new fictional context to a previous sexual experience?’ YOU REALLY GOT ME CAUGHT IN THE DEEP LORE
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
Please stop making me cry when I’m masturbating. It confuses my dick. Jk please never stop. I’m starting to maybe believe romantic love is actually sacrificial and that gives me hope
This sounds like something straight from the Wigo podcast. I swear they talked about this. They always talk about crazy sex stories like this.
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I must admit you had us in the first half. Btw, I liked a lot the story :D
This. I love it! ??
I came here expecting to cum, but here I am crying (happy tears!), super cute story ?
Take my upvote and dammit Reddit Henry be more quiet when she’s working! I do love his idea of an apology though ?. These need turning into a book seriously, you guys are relationship goals realistic ones
Lily, I’ve read so many of your stories and I just joined your new subreddit and am thrilled to have a sex-positive place for my erotica needs!
I came here to suggest that you weave your stories into a memoir and try to publish your writing more widely than reddit. So many people can benefit so much from your words. This story in particular is an excellent example of good conflict resolution with a twist. So many people get stuck in their defensive responses and fail to resolve these kinds of conflicts in relationships. Your story offers a few incredibly insightful ideas and solutions. It also excellently gives insight into why the situation upset you and how you felt which is perspective a lot of partners don’t have any idea about and this could create empathy and understand between partners. You’re doing amazing work with your writing and I truly hope it gets seen more and more. Thanks for what you do.
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Congratulations for winning the contest! This post made me angry and interested and aroused all at once lol, great writing!
Once again, mature and real emotional reflection and incredibly hot writing. Thanks for reminding me why I have you on follow.
This was my first read on this sub, and of yours. I was shocked at how good this was. Henry definitely has it good having you as a partner. Keep up the good work!
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Any other author I’d have believed the title. But, I feel like I know you better than that, and I knew you’d have something clever and intriguing up your sleeve. Another fabulous story and storytelling. You’re my absolute favorite to read on here. ?
Love your stories, always interest me, hope to hear more
This was so sweet and *real*. It’s great to hear about what seems to be a very healthy relationship.
So… it’s the Escape song except with detailed boning. Got it.
Wow. It took me until you were messaging him on reddit to realize this is THE Henry. I commented on your meeting story too because I thought it was so beautiful! I’m a straight dude but I officially stan Henry as my dream bf now.
?If you like piña coladas…?