We fucking hated each other [MF]

I have basically nothing but good things to say about all of my ex partners and generally maintain friendships with everyone. This story is the exception. I genuinely hate this man.

When I was an intern I fucked my boss for a bit which was fun for a while. We actually dated on and off a year after. It took us a solid six months to actually break up because the sex was really good, but we were toxic AF.

I’ve been in some unhealthy relationships, but this one takes the cake.

We fought a lot over stupid shit and our fights got really bad. We’d take a seemingly small issue and debate about it for hours until it blew up.

*Lawyers shouldn’t date lawyers.*

There was also a certain layer to this because he was my boss for three months and that dynamic isn’t always easy to break.

However, we also always fucked after, and the sex was really good. I suppose it was technically vanilla but it didn’t feel that way. We’d scream at each other all through dinner and then fuck on the table. We’d argue about a novel and then fuck against the bookshelf. I didn’t like the dessert he made one night so I smashed it on his body and licked it off of him. It got to the point that I started picking fights and would get wet when he’d yell at me because I knew it was coming.

We once got into a fight at the symphony about who wrote a certain classical piece and had to fuck in his car because we couldn’t make it home. It was a five minute drive. We. Couldn’t. Make. It. Home.

Another time we were on a damn road trip and screamed at each other the entire way back. Finally as he was mid sentence, I leaned over and gave him road head just to shut him up.

I once went out with friends and made out with a girl on the dance floor. When I got home he asked what was on my face and I answered it was probably makeup from the girl I had kissed earlier that evening. He understandably got super pissed off and screamed at me. About halfway through his rant I asked if we could just skip to the part where he fucks me and started removing my clothes and walked to his bed.

*I was so checked out of that damn relationship. It made me an asshole.*

Anyway, there is onetime I remember VERY clearly. It was Valentine’s Day and we were technically broken up. He got me a gift and I told him to return it because I wasn’t his girlfriend. He got so mad he threw the piece of jewelry against the wall.

I was kind of amused and asked him why the bracelet has to suffer. He grabs me by the shoulders and immediately puts my hand on his crotch. We make out like that for a bit and then he bends me over the couch, pulls my skirt up, and fucks me while I’m literally upside down. He told me not to get off as he did it. I did anyway, and made sure to tell him I was coming just to spite him.

This usually diffused us, but for some reason it was different that evening. We continued fighting about whether or not I was his girlfriend.

He accused me of just wanting to sleep with other people and I reminded him he was the one who broke up with me. We scream for a while about this until I finally try to kiss him. He tells me to go fuck myself and I tell him I will literally do just that if he has no interest.

He asks how I want it and I tell him on the table. This asshole flips over the damn table.

*OMG, dramatic much?*

I kind of laugh and tell him I’m done fighting. I say I can either leave or we can just fuck it out until we’re not mad.

We picked the latter.

He grabs me, puts me on his kitchen counter, and rips my underwear off. I am clawing at this asshole’s back and biting his neck, but he’s fucking me so hard he barely notices. He tells me to describe how it feels and I tell him how tight I am. He asks if I’m going to come and I tell him I’m close and ask him to keep going just like that. Naturally, because I was enjoying it, he then pulls out of me, turns me over, and starts fucking me from behind. He whispers in my ear he’s still pissed at me and doesn’t want me to come. I tell him I’m going to anyway. We come together at exactly the same time and fall to his kitchen floor.

“I’m still mad at you.” He tells me.

“Good.”

I take my shirt off and throw it at him. I literally run to his bedroom and he chases me. I throw myself in his bed and tell him to eat me out.

*He’s ten years older than me. It’s going to take this dude a while to get it up again.*

He tells me to go fuck myself, so I do. I start playing with myself as he stands over me. He tells me to get on all fours while I do it, so I do. He tells me to bury my face in his pillow, so I do. I get myself off like that as he gets on his knees and watches.

I lie there for a bit. I’m exhausted and considering just going to sleep. He pulls me up and tells me he’s still angry.

*Fuck.*

He flips me over and put himself inside of me. He’s slamming into me, telling me I’m a bitch and that he’s going to use me until he’s no longer mad. I’m so exhausted I can barely lift my head but I tell him to keep going.

I’m pretty sure this is the hardest I’ve ever been railed. The bed feels like it might break. He finally comes and collapses beside me.

“I don’t know if I love you or fucking hate you,” he says.

“Unless you’re going to fuck me again, stop talking so I can sleep.”

We did not last long after that, but at least we had good hate sex.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rclfr2/we_fucking_hated_each_other_mf