EDIT: An additional detail I didn’t mention before that sticks out to me is how to the outside world, we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque White fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors unless they were very very close friends, and certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.
I’ve been lurking this sub and enjoying the stories for a long time now. I’ve gone back and forth time and again on deciding whether or not I was going to share any of my stories.
My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.
When we first started dating and could not keep our hands off each other, we were in bed fooling around and I told her that people misunderstand the phrase “fuck like rabbits.” Obviously rabbits reproduce very quickly and numerously but people don’t fluently understand why.
Besides their impressive speed, rabbits don’t really have that many survival tools. The main way that they can ensure that their species survives is to reproduce as much and as often as possible. So what people really mean when they say “let’s fuck like rabbits,” is they mean “let’s fuck like we’re dying.”
That pretty much described us for their length of our relationship. In keeping with the rabbit theme I’m going to refer to her as Bunny from here on out, for the previously mentioned reasons but also because one of my all time favorite turn ons is the Playboy Bunny outfit, which I never got to see her to wear (but not because she was unwilling, we just broke up before she had a chance).
I’ll do my best to make sure that everything I choose to write is as accurate and as close to the real events as possible. I fully admit that I’m going to gloss over some of the more mundane details and nuances of our relationship. I’m not looking to dissect our dysfunctions. I just want to reminisce about the glorious years of fucking we shared.
Full disclosure this is obviously a throwaway account and I would not advise you to expect any responses to messages or chats. I’m going to throw these stories into the void and am not really looking for anything beyond getting these stories out of my system.
So a little bit of background information. There was a 5-year age difference between us (5 and a half but who’s counting) and I met her when she was 20. The age gap was a huge turn on for us both even though she admitted to being weirded out by it for a while (I definitely was too initially but I wanted to fuck this girl from the first moment I laid eyes on her). We completely lied to her parents about the age Gap when I first met them. I never actually told them how old I was and I don’t think she did either for the 5 years we were together.
She was actually somewhat tall, around 5′ 8″ or so, had beautiful pale skin and natural blonde hair, crystalline blue eyes. Just immediately stunning when she walked into a room. When I met her she was a 34 c, but by the time we broke up she had actually grown to DD (she would get mad at me for smiling when she complained about it.)
But honestly the most amazing thing about Bunny’s body was her perfect hourglass waist, hips, thighs and glorious, luscious ass. I had no idea a white girl could have an ass like that before I met Bunny. Just, incredible. When we met was the first time the yoga pants trend really caught on with girls everywhere, and thank God for that.
After I stopped staring at her eyes and took in the rest of her, I immediately started fantasizing about putting her over my lap and spanking Bunny’s round, inviting ass.
sorry I got lost there for a second. so what you really need to know is the following:
I was a complete deviant in my head but very shy outwardly. Bunny drew the pervert out of me. She wanted to constantly have phone sex when we were apart and eventually her favorite thing was having me text her dirty role-playing scenarios that she would respond to. These could go on for pages and pages of text messages. She always wanted it dirtier and more aggressive. I was sometimes panicking trying to keep up and not let down her expectations. I never let her down, but I definitely made her say “I’m waiting” too many times to count.
We did this constantly when we were apart and then when we moved in together she wanted me to write her erotic fiction and suggest some well written erotic romance to her (I got her Kushiel’s Dart for her birthday). She was constantly thinking about sex, and I was very happy with this beyond the obvious reasons. I never saw her behavior as anything to be ashamed of. I saw her as a liberated and confident woman who was proud of her identity and wasn’t afraid to get what she wanted. Her attitude and her candidness has forever changed how I see women as autonomous and sovereign adults who can want similar if not exactly the same things as most men. Even if it’s to be tied up and mercilessly fucked while being called a worthless cum slut.
Uh, sorry let me get back on track.
Bottom line is Bunny was very assertive. Funnily enough I was rarely the initiator for sex. When we were talking about living together the conversation went something almost exactly like this (seriously):
“I can’t wait to see you my love, I’ve missed holding you at night.”
“and the fucking”
“… yeah that too. I can’t wait to makeup for lost time, I’ve so missed spending quality time together.”
“and fucking.”
“… right and that. I also just miss being able to talk to you Non-Stop all day.”
“and fucking.”
“I mean yeah of course but aren’t there other things you miss?”
“yeah, fucking.”
She honestly was hilarious. Bunny was one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. She was really abrasive and could be off-putting in a group but when it was just her and I she could make me laugh effortlessly. Oh and she really loved fucking. Did I mention that?
On my side of things I introduced her to bondage, but more than that I’m proud of being the first person to do multiple things to her, intimate and tender things that she had never even considered being attractive. I was the first person to ever kiss the back of her neck behind her hair, which became her favorite spot. I was the first person to make her cum just from fingers. I was the first person to treat her clit appropriately and I loved going down on her for sometimes 45 minutes at a time or more (it started to hurt my jaw but I loved it so much I never mentioned it). I was the first person to suggest taking a romantic bath with candles and music and she was super skeptical at first but she ended up loving it. I was the first person to bring her wine and cheese and finger food for an at home date.
There were plenty of bad things, messed up and toxic things we did to each other, but that’s not the point right now. She and I will probably never agree on whose fault the breakup was. I’m pretty sure we would both agree that it’s going to be hard to find another partner that we share such strong physical chemistry with again.
She flatly told me she wanted me to dom her, that she might possibly be open to occasionally switching and letting me be the sub, but, and I quote, “most of the time baby I’m going to want you to dominate me.”
Poor me, right? ?
We had a lot of good times and did a lot of crazy things, maybe not as crazy as a lot of stories I read here but I have no complaints whatsoever. But besides the crazy stuff my favorite things that we did together was a sort of “routine” that we developed over time as we learned each other’s preferences, moods, and bodies.
So a typical evening when we lived together would go something like this. We’d get home after work/school depending on what year in our relationship we were in. I’d probably be the one to cook dinner unless we picked something up. She would typically smoke a bowl or if it was the weekend maybe have some wine. I didn’t drink or do drugs but didn’t mind her doing it. I was usually the one to get her weed because she was funnily innocent in that way and didn’t know anybody to get it from.
Like I mentioned before I don’t really initiate sex but I was especially wary because she got very horny when inebriated or high and I never wanted to make her feel like I abused that opportunity, but damn, she turned me on.
So after dinner we’d be on the couch watching netflix, usually the great British baking show or one of a dozen other usual shows that she liked. She was really into cop dramas. I basically never got to choose the show (I swear I’m not still bitter about it).
Inevitably her head would be in my lap, and in her not so sober state of mind she basically would constantly be talking dirty. No I’m not saying she had to be high or drunk to be flirty or mischievously sexy. No sir she needed no help with any of that. But it definitely accelerated her behavior.
Again as mentioned I kind of learned not to read too much into it when she would act this way, because I didn’t want to make her do anything she didn’t actually want to do under the influence. And a lot of times it never went anywhere. She’d have her fun and I would feel sexy for being wanted, and she’d basically pass out. And a lot of times that would be that.
But roughly two out of every five times in this routine, she would not fall asleep. And she’d make it clear she wasn’t going to fall asleep. She would ramp up the dirty talk. She would constantly lift her head up from my lap to whisper in my ear, while nibbling or licking it “I bet you want to fuck me.”
She’d repeat that throughout the night. One of my favorites was when she grabbed my cock and said “I need something to suck on and I’m all out of lollipops.” That particular time she literally had had about four lollipops. I cannot make this shit up.
On the nights when she was persistent and was clearly not falling asleep I basically would have no choice but to do something such as gently grab her by her hair, pull her head back, look her in the eyes, and ask her something to the effect of “do you need me to take you into the bedroom and fuck you so that you’ll shut up?”
Something like that.
Obviously Bunny would give me the go-ahead at that point. Sometimes we would rush to the bedroom. Sometimes we would make out on the couch really sloppily for a bit first. One notable time I started fingering her on the couch and refused to take my fingers out, so we stumbled awkwardly to the bedroom with me still inside of her.
One way or the other we would inevitably end up in the bed, making out until I lost patience and threw her shirt off and kissed my way all the way around her neck, collarbone, and shoulders to her breasts and tummy. I could spend forever worshiping every inch of her precious, delicate body.
The thing about Bunny, it might sound like a cliche especially after what I’ve already told you about her being somewhat aggressive, but she kind of hated foreplay.
I loved it, I loved building tension, I love savoring her body. I think she grew to appreciate it a bit more as we got to know each other but pretty much universally she’d say something like “just eat me out already” or “stop wasting time and fuck me.” Yep, sometimes I really miss her.
So all too happy to oblige I would immediately dive eagerly face first into her pussy. I was always a little disappointed that I didn’t get to pay more attention to her sexy stomach or her tits. Later in our relationship she eventually really liked me sucking on her nipples, but she typically didn’t have much patience for me dancing around the main course.
So as fun as all of this sounds up to that point, the party didn’t really start till I started going down on her. It was and still is one of my favorite things to do. I’m proud of a few skills I possess, but eating pussy is definitely the thing I’m most proud of. I’ve never had more satisfaction than listening to her gasping, moaning, and barely able to breathe exclaim “how did you get better. I can’t believe you got even better.”
All credit to Bunny though, because as part of our routine she would turn the filthy dirty talk up to 13 when I was luxuriously and slowly licking up and down her sexy slit and playing with the pressure and dancing circles around her clit.
This girl was amazing. As much as she loved phone sex and texting and erotic fiction, and as much porn as I have watched and sex stories as I have read, I have never and will never hear filthier things than what I heard from this girl’s mouth while I was tonguing her pussy.
She would go on at length about all of her fantasies. She would vividly describe me using her as an object. She would describe scenario after scenario of me viciously taking her. In these fantasies she would be innocent and sweet and I would be villainous and demanding. It would always be much less consensual and much less romantic in her descriptions than anything we did in our normal relationship.
In Bunny’s stories she would be a high school student and I would be a professor. I would fuck her bent over my desk, force her under the desk to suck me off while I graded papers, then force her to sit on my cock while I leaned back in my chair. Then she would be a maid and I would be her master, spilling wine on the floor and forcing her to get on her hands and knees to clean it, fucking her from behind while she did so, and then chastising and humiliating her for the mess she made of her own pussy juices, demanding that she clean that up too, and then fucking her again in the same position while she did so.
She’d describe wanting to be tied to the bed, legs spread, blindfolded, unable to move, left there for me to fuck whenever I was bored and there was nothing on television. She would describe me filling her with cum, leaving, coming back half an hour later to chastise her for letting my precious cum leak out of her pussy, and she’d describe how I would have no choice but to fuck her all over again to replenish my seed, because of course it would be ridiculous for her pussy not to be filled to the brim.
I honestly could keep going but I think you get the idea. I was in heaven, listening to the most erotic stories I’ve ever heard in my life, while tongue deep in her sweet delicious pussy. I would desperately try to add in suggestions and narrative in between licks but I eventually learned it was better just to focus on the task at hand and just let her run wild with her imagination.
I would bite her thighs, squeeze her hips and waist, pinch her nipples, do everything I could to intensify her sensations. But honestly sometimes it was really hard to focus while listening to her spin these completely scandalizing stories where she described herself being used as a complete sex object, used for nothing else other than my pleasure, no purpose except to receive my cum. It was fucking wild, I tell ya.
It almost feels anticlimactic at this point to say that after a good while of making her cum over and over from eating her out, sometimes edging her over and over again to make it more extreme, I’d eventually get tired or she’d eventually get tired and I’d make her flip over or she would voluntarily flip over.
Her absolute favorite thing was to get fucked from behind. Oddly enough I preferred to fuck her missionary style so that we could look each other in the eyes. But regardless at that point I just would lose all self-control and plunge my, by that point, granite rock hard cock into her sopping wet pussy.
Now I’m not massive or anything. A pretty average 6 inches. Maybe seven at the most. But I’m very proud of my thick girth. I would tease and belittle her, telling her she needed to be a good girl and take my thick cock, that I would be very disappointed in her if her tight pussy couldn’t take all of it. I would tell her over and over, chiding her and teasing her, that I wasn’t sure it was going to fit, while she pleaded with me to put it in
I would make her beg for it, make her say that she was nothing but a fuck slut, that she only existed to be my cum dumpster. She ate it all up and would say anything I told her to, honestly it was awesome.
I would make her reaffirm that her body belonged to me, I would ask her who her pussy belongs to, who her body belongs to, who she belongs to. I would ask her what her purpose was. I never knew exactly what she was going to say, but it was so gratifying when she would play right along and say, “to be your fuck slut and take your cum.”
She really had a thing for me cumming on her or inside her. It honestly scared me when I first met her because it was just completely outside of my experience but it’s an utter favorite of mine now.
Her ass was so plump and juicy that I basically sat on top of it while ramming in and out of her. I would grip her slim perfect little waist harder and harder at her demands, while fucking her as hard as I possibly could. She said it all the time, “harder, harder.” To fuck her harder and to grab and squeeze her harder, it was never hard enough. I’d love it when she would show me the bruises on her waist the next day with her sexy, sly little knowing smile.
Inevitably she’d cum over and over, and I’d been on the verge of exploding for the last hour or longer sometimes, from the first minute she started teasing me on the couch. I never told her this but I was jerking off to the thought of her constantly. Almost everyday usually twice a day. Which probably ruined some of my sensitivity which is why I took a long time usually. It was so hard not to!
Then she’d start to beg me to come inside of her, or depending on her mood on her back, or on her tits. Can I seriously just say again how awesome she was.
And that would be it for me. I would finish, if I was lucky inside of her, I would make her tell me how much she liked it, make her explain to me how good it felt and why, I’d force her to give details on what her orgasms would feel like and how many she had. Then we would cling to each other tightly as we fell asleep, usually with me spooning her from behind, generally grinding into her ass with my cock which occasionally led to us doing more. Sometimes one or both of us would wake up during the night and start touching the other and we’d do some variation of this routine over again.
But most of the time we just passed the fuck out and slept like rocks until morning.
This is not actually all that extravagant or unique of the stories I’ve read on this sub. But to this day what stands out to me about what I’ve just explained to you is just how routine this became for us, as I said at the beginning.
We did this so many times, obviously not always completely the same but remarkably similar and remarkably often. There’s a reason I said that we fucked like rabbits. The sheer quantity of times we went through this routine, the consistency and the frequency of it, blows my mind to this day. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it really happened, it was so surreal. Years of my life just disappeared in a haze of incessant fucking.
And we would just go back to our normal lives during the day, doing completely normal couple stuff, boring family stuff, work or whatever.
We had several other sexual adventures that were more unique, more wild or what have you. But those don’t really stand out to me nearly as much as the routine I got so used to and learned to cherish.
Today it’s not even specifically that I miss having sex or that I regret that I don’t have regular carnal pleasure anymore. It’s that I miss having a relationship with someone who knows me so completely and is completely in rhythm with my frequency and my desires.
I don’t know how I’ll ever replicate it, if I ever will be able to. She and I could look at each other in a room full of people after not having any kind of buildup, and we would both know “we are fucking like rabbits tonight.” She would grab me by the hand and pull me into a side room or hallway to make out, or if we were at home even if we had guests she’d pull me to the bedroom to eat her out quickly. Sometimes when we were driving we would be kissing at every stoplight and stop sign and I’d be fingering her in between every gear shift.
As badly as it ended, today I can’t be anything much except grateful to Bunny for teaching me so much about myself and about how to connect with another person.
Thank you for reading. This has been really fun to write, way more fun and way easier than I expected it to be. The details are still so clear to me, I wonder why XD
I don’t know if I’ll write more in the future. I may go back and edit this to clean it up or something, but honestly it’s probably more realistic to expect that this will be my first and only submission and that it will stay in its mostly raw, unedited form. Hope you enjoyed it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jryp0z/my_fiance_bunny_and_i_fucked_like_rabbits_for