I [M] went from a virgin one week, to a dom being bitten, scratched, and begged for sex the next week [F] Part 6, Very Long

[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/slmt65/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/)

[Part 2]( https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/smedcz/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/)

[Part 3](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/smi0xi/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/?)

[Part 4](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/smxo7r/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/?)

[Part 5](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/snaton/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/)

[Bonus Flash Forward Funny Story](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/so2lgw/my_fiance_found_the_one_girl_i_was_not_ok_with/)

 

**A necessary preface**

 

If you’ve made it this far I hope you’ll stick with me. I need to address something. The temptation not to write this part is very strong. Honestly, it’s been hard to keep writing at all before I reckoned with this. Cat and I have been separated for years and revisiting these memories is a strong cocktail of both joy and pain.

 

I asked her for permission before I name dropped her but u/AllTheBoysIveFckedB4 specifically was a direct inspiration for me. Her skill, humor, insight, self-awareness and above all authenticity and courageous vulnerability helped me understand that there was a lot more growth and healing to be done getting involved in this whole sharing sex stories thing than I had ever anticipated or imagined. I believe that my striving for as much authenticity and sincerity in my writing as possible is what a lot of people connect with, and it’s in large part what has enabled me to begin re-evaluating my feelings about these experiences. I want to honor that and not decline in quality, selfishly mainly for my own well-being. To do that though I have to dig a little deep.

 

Cat and I had a long relationship that had extremely high-highs and low-lows. Our dynamic was based on this very extreme, hot burn/fast burn infatuation that we attempted to coast on and stretch out for years. Our struggles were the result of she and I both mutually being very young, very troubled, and very inexperienced. I began writing this as an attempt to let go of a lot of long held resentment against her for the years we spent together that I felt had been taken from me when she left me.

 

I’ll reveal a small detail about myself: I study behavioral health with a focus on addiction, trauma, and family dynamics. I’m in my 30s and I’ve been in and out of the medical field relating to mental health since 2011. I’m imminently entering grad school for the first time to begin one of the necessary legs to become a licensed professional counselor. One thing has stayed consistent in all of my personal life, training, work experience, academics, and personal research; resentment only harms us, not the person we resent.

 

I won’t condescend to make a grand gesture of proclaiming “I forgive you Cat.” But I do want it to be explicitly clear to whomever reads this, I have feelings of gratitude towards Cat for everything she taught me and the time she gave me. My sexual expression and my sexual identity is so important to me and I can’t imagine being ungrateful to Cat for the ways she did contribute to my development as a person, and for being such an instrumental part of my sexual awakening.

 

So I will say, thank you Cat.

 

Now I’m going to tell a story about how much of a slut you were, and also how much of a controlling, egotistical perv I was (am), and reveal some details that I sometimes find hard to believe myself, even though it’s about me, and things I did. You’d probably like that, at least I hope so. Cheers.

 

**End of Soliloquy**

 

Have you ever talked to a guy born in the late 80s or early 90s? Missed the boat on Kurt Kobain’s music, first generation to have a lot of access to cell phones and non-dial up internet, memes didn’t exist in a formal way yet, didn’t have Reddit growing up, only had NewGrounds? Yeah, those guys?
They’re kind of awful before they turn roughly 25, some stay shitty after. Not universally, but pretty representatively, they’re not super great. They kinda suck real bad.

 

Case in point, you’d find out if you asked one for sex advice back when they were in their early 20s. Unless you meet someone who has the *highly annoying* trait of being naturally charismatic and just has the whole package of voice, easy manner, naturally flirty, etc, which led them to having tons of sex early on, odds are the dude you were talking to didn’t know shit, but they tried reaaallly hard to *seem* like they knew what they were talking about.

 

Here are some examples of *“advice”* I’d received from my peers growing up before I learned better than to ask:

 

“Fuck a bunch of 4s so that when you meet an 8 you know what you’re doing otherwise she won’t stick around.”

 

“Fuck a bunch of 4s so that when you meet an 8 you have stamina and don’t blow your load in ten seconds. Otherwise she’ll think you’re a huge bitch and won’t stick around.

 

“Put your dick in a vice, a water bottle will work, before you fuck, it’ll make your dick swell and you’ll be HUGE!”

 

“Make sure you have sex before you waste any time or money on dates and stuff. If she isn’t down to fuck or if she’s bad in bed you don’t want to hang out with her.”

 

“Having sex on Xanax is awesome.”

 

***Beleaguered fucking sigh.***

 

So I had thoughts about where to go next with Cat after she recovered from her fresh finger fuck orgasm. I got the wonderful compliment from her while she was panting and trying to catch her breath:

 

“I’ve… never… cum… from… just… fingers… before.”

 

Ego, meet inflation. You’re about to be toxic for each other in a very exciting way.

 

“I want to eat you out.” I said softly, as I laid my head on the pillow next to her and stared at her. She turned slightly to me, a little fatigued and still panting. But she had a look in her eyes I’ll never forget. She was, pliable? Willing? Submissive? I mean, she didn’t have any question or concern in her face, she was just like, waiting for me to tell her what to do.

 

With great power comes great responsibility.

“I wonder how you taste.” I said as I brought my soaking wet finger to my mouth. It was mostly bravado, I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. But her eyes went wide and I slurped on my finger and sucked it clean of her.

“W-wow.” She looked at me, mouth hanging open. “You’re… taking to this… fast.”

 

“I want more.” I said as a sat up on my elbow, and took my still slightly moist hand and trailed it down her stomach, down to her thighs, and began rubbing her gently over her panties. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back into the pillow.

“What theee… fuuuuuck… I thought… you didn’t know what to do…”

“I’ve been waiting to meet someone like you.” I said very straightforwardly. I pointed to my cabinet. “I don’t want to use them now, but there are leather handcuffs in there. I bought them two years ago, and have never used them, because I didn’t trust anyone or like anyone enough. I just kept hoping.”

 

You ever see the look in someone’s eyes as they realize that the world is not what they thought it was? Cat eye’s were …. Spinning? She wasn’t *afraid*, but she was… in shock?

 

I ran my hand greedily along her inner thighs, running across her panties, over to the other thigh, drinking them in, indulging myself as I’d wanted to for so long.

 

“I’ve read everything I could find about sex, oh and watched liked, an embarrassing amount of porn, but only the stuff I thought I could learn from, so lot’s of older woman seducing ostensibly innocent girls.”

 

I’d always been brazen and boisterous in the things I said, but I was telling her things I’d never told *anyone* before. Her compliment about being the first time she’d come with just fingering had gone straight to my head.

 

In any other context, it would have seemed like I was giving my villain speech or something, revealing that she’d fallen into my trap while thinking she’d had the upper hand. She looked, honestly, almost humbled.

 

“I don’t think I can handle it if you’re lying to me about being a virgin, but that’d be a LOT of lies.”

 

I looked down at her very seriously. “Kiss me.” I said, not commanding, but very tenderly and softly, like I’d always imagining doing one day. She did, and it was a good one. I lifted up again and looked at her straight in the eyes.

 

“I’m not lying. I’d never lie to you.”

 

She did smile. “No one has… *ever* treated me like this before.”

 

“Get used to it. I don’t think I can get enough of you. It’s your fault, you’ve brought this out of me.”

 

She grinned. “Oh no. How ever shall I forgive myself?”

 

I grinned too. “Let me eat you out. Please.”

 

She ran her fingers through my hair., then gripped hard.

 

“Stop talking.” And she shoved my head downward.

 

*this was a shorter one, I wanted to get this sort of “transition/intermission” out of the way, but I’ll get straight into the dirty stuff next time. Maybe even finish it tonight.*

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