The build up was almost a decade in the making.
Reyna, from the same town as me. Curvaceous, thick ass and big natural tits Latina. Long brown hair down to her ass. Big doe blue eyes. Plump dick sucking lips. The definition of thicc.
She’s the college roommate of a high school friend, which is how we meet. Me? Athletic but still too nerdy to understand women found me attractive. I had a girlfriend at the time we met, my first. She was nice, wholesome, but a starfish in bed. And I…through many years of porn, was depraved, sadistic, and cruel. (Not to her, mind you.)
So, I met Reyna. We’re bickering all the time like siblings. I don’t get it that she’s *flirting* with me. It goes right over my head. I didn’t have the self-confidence I do now.
I hear things from my high-school friend. Reyna likes it rough. Likes to wrestle. Likes bruises and bites. And of course, I can’t think of anything else I want to do but wrestle her.
Reyna and her roommates ended up good friends with some of my co-workers. So, they were always out drinking and partying. Not my scene, and at the time, couldn’t. Reyna texted me one night and she lays it all out. She wants to be bound in rope. Edged. Made to orgasm over and over. She wants me inside her.
I of course….kept egging her on, the thought of my girlfriend not even crossing my mind. But I wrote it off as her being drunk. I find my conscience at the time, and block her number.
Move out, grad school, move again, start working. 2018-ish. New girlfriend. Reyna DMs me out of nowhere. We reconnect. Soon I’m talking to her more than my girlfriend. Nothing sexual, she doesn’t bring up that drunken text, seems to not even be upset we’ve been out of touch.
A few months later, tragedy strikes. I have to fly home for a funeral. I’m staying the week at home. Girlfriend is off doing something for law school. We were already on the rocks: I wasn’t much of a party person, I was working my ass off starting my professional career, she was still going to the bars till 2 am.
So, Reyna is working in our hometown. We meet up for dinner. Get drinks. Get cigars. She gets sick. Take her home. Lie her on the bed.
“I’m not going to fuck you.” She says. Unprompted. Not with a girlfriend. I left, frustrated and blue-balled. But ok.
Next day, we meet up again at her place drinking beer until we’re getting drunk. End up on the floor of her place, cuddled. I know what I want.
Mind you, during the day I was grieving with my family at the hospital. We would be having the funeral later that week.
My girlfriend gets upset with me that I hadn’t spoken to her for a day. A day. Of course I was thinking about Reyna’s ass, but also consoling my family. So…I pulled the rip-cord. Called her one morning, broke it off. Hung up.
Immediately texted Reyna. She asked if I was sure. Yes. She invites me over that night.
I pick up some rope from Home Depot, tie it into some makeshift handcuffs. Bring another bundle too.
I get to her place. There’s no build up. No foreplay. Just animals ripping each other’s clothes off. Pinning my hands down riding me cowgirl, her tits slapping my face. I push her on her back and pin her legs by her head deep stroking her. I put the ropes on her in a box tie, tie her hands together, and push her mouth down on my cock.
Let me tell you. She swallowed it all with gusto. And those beautiful big doe eyes…with just a smidge of fear. She did that on purpose. Even now I only remember sensations. Slapping her, choking her. Her pleading “*Harder Master.”*
The whole night is a blur. Maybe I came inside her twice? Three times? I felt empowered. I was being called home, so I got dressed. She was too, in black yoga pants, and a black long sleeved shirt. At the door, I asked her if she wanted a master. She said yes. I told her to crawl over. She did. Told her to take out my cock, with the door open, to kiss it. She did.
And, thus, kicked off the raunchiest relationship I had, until I wrecked a marriage of another girl.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v77h9q/mf_eight_years_later_the_start_of_something