I met Dennis around four years ago, and both of us were in long-term relationships at the time. We’ve hung out as couples for years, but now I’m newly single while he’s still taken.
I’ve been attracted to Dennis the whole time I’ve known him. He smells amazing, has thick muscular thighs, and has the same high energy as me. When two equally energetic people hang out, things get electric. When they’re also attracted to each other but can’t make any moves, it’s downright dangerous: like two magnets straining to crash together if only they weren’t chained millimeters apart.
We have a chemistry that’s off the charts like oozing sex. I want to fuck him in 1,000 ways. I know that he does, too. If he wasn’t taken, we’d have been generating electricity through friction years ago. But another trait we share is respect for boundaries, so only on the very rare occasion do we ever get the chance to hint at wanting more. I’m not proud to say it, but we both seem to look for these opportunities despite the risk.
We were at a 4th of July party a few years ago, and it was a pretty wild party. There was an open area in the yard, and I proposed wrestling. I want to dedicate a whole post to the eroticism of wrestling, but for now suffice it to say that the grabbing, grunting, struggling, fighting for dominance, submitting… It gets fucking sexy.
What a coincidence, Dennis was there too and he was absolutely willing to wrestle with me. He and I wrestled each other probably 10 rounds that night, and it was like a chance for both of us to hint to each other what we could expect in the bedroom. He’s stronger than me, but I have powerful technique. I’m vocal, he’s efficient. Neither of us gives in until we’re completely exhausted. I look back on that night very fondle–I mean fondly.
A few months later at a different party, I was in a corner taking a break when Dennis spotted me and squeezed through the crowd to get to me. He stepped extra close into my personal space and we just talked like normal, but he was sooo close to me while I was cornered. The feeling of being surrounded by him like that turned me on. I bit my lip and raised my eyebrows at him, glancing up and down between his eyes and his lips, practically begging for more while poorly pretending I knew what we were talking about. He knew the effect he was having on me, but since we have iron wills, once again that’s as far as things went.
Now that I’m single though, the teasing feels more intense. The chain holding our two magnets apart is a tiny bit weaker. I’m so fucking horny for this guy, I hump the air just thinking about him. Sooo that’s not helping me stay good when he tests my willpower with super light touches or gives me a sexy smile with heavy-lidded eyes. Or when he tells me he’s been thinking about that one party when we wrestled, which I think about too much now (with my hand between my legs).
Dennis is depending on me to keep the few millimeters of distance between us intact while he continues stepping towards me as he used to. But now I’m scared I’m going to explode with the effort of keeping my distance. Just days ago, I had to stop myself from shoving his face into my crotch when he laid across the couch with his head next to my lap. Guys, I was so close to breaking. I ran my fingers lightly through his hair instead, and even that felt too intimate for what we usually do.
To me, the teasing and testing to see how far someone will go are the funnest parts of flirting. When we’re both in control of ourselves and don’t cross the line, I tell myself it’s harmless. Sometimes that line blurs nicely. But with Dennis I’m becoming increasingly scared that I’ll lose the fight against my own lust and do something I can’t take back.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/paba5o/a_dangerous_amount_of_chemistry_with_my_taken
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