My girlfriend edged me because she was angry I wasn’t angry [FF]

So a fun fact about me so that I don’t experience anger very often. I’m very Type B (*a rarity for a lawyer… Which is probably why I hate most lawyers*), so anger is just not an emotion on my radar unless shit gets really bad. Sometimes I get upset out of a sense of justice or bummed out, but I usually internally process instead of lash out. Sometimes I even yell out of social obligation, but that’s more strategic than impulsive.

All of this is to say, I can be a difficult person to date. It sounds great on paper but in the words of my ex boyfriend, “How the fuck am I supposed to know if something is bothering you?”

So, my ex girlfriend was mad me for at least 80% of our relationship, and it drove her up the damn wall that I did not reciprocate this emotion.

We once got into a fight because I had the audacity to say hi to someone on my campus because, according to her, he “clearly had a thing” for me.

*M could be a tad dramatic.*

“I promise he does not have a thing for me,” I told her as we were walking away.

“There was tension! Was it on your end then? Are you calling me crazy? Because I saw what I saw.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re wrong?”

“Am I? Am I wrong? Fuck you, how would you even know? Is he gay?”

“Nope.”

“Exactly. He’s into you.”

“I promise he’s not.”

“How would you know?”

“Because that dude is literally my cousin.”

*Nope, this is not a story about incest. We have no tension. My ex girlfriend was just insane.*

Then she accused me of hiding the ball to make her “feel crazy” (*because she’s obviously a very rational person if you can’t tell*) and stormed away.

I went over to her house that evening and said something like, “Are you done being pissed that I didn’t fuck my cousin?” I honestly said it with love, but she didn’t take it that way.

“You think I’m the messed up one, but you are the one who is insane,” she yelled.

*I was not the one who was insane, for the record. M is my self-proclaimed crazy ex girlfriend.*

“Why are you upset right now?”

“Because it’s not normal, Viola! It’s fucking weird that *nothing* bothers you! You should be angry at me right now.”

“A lot of things bother me. And you’re angry I’m not angry?”

“When I broke a plate you wrote me a poem about your feelings of rage.”

*Maybe I was a little crazy too.*

“The poem was an expression of my anger.”

“…Seriously V?”

“Why does this bother you?”

“Because it feels like you don’t care.”

“I do fucking care! Jesus, chill out.”

She got pissed, pulled me into her room, and slammed the door shut. When she told me to get undressed and lie on her bed I was confused… But also it was fucking M. Of course I did it.

*This girl was my drug of choice. I did way weirder things in hopes of fucking her.*

She threw a vibrator at me and told me to get myself off. I think I literally shrugged and started doing it as she sat at her desk and watched.

*Is this unhealthy? Yes. Combining sex with real-life frustrations is a slippery slope I would not recommend. However, I was 19 and only human.*

I watched her as I played with myself, but she was pretty fucking stoic. She stared almost disinterested until I let out a whimper.

“When you’re close, countdown from ten.”

“Huh?”

“When you’re roughly ten seconds away, count down.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m telling you to.”

I rubbed the vibrator around my clit and started playing with my own breasts. When I started building I whimpered, “Ten.”

I got all the way down to five when she stopped me. “Take the toy off your clit.”

“Huh?”

“Now Viola!”

I took the vibrator off my clit and it physically hurt to lose the sensation. I moaned and balled my fists up in frustration. “Why?” I moaned as I came down.

“Do it again.”

I started building faster this time as I ran the vibrator in deeper circles. I looked over at her as I started building, but this time I didn’t play with my breasts, or do much for that matter. I just circled and let myself build until I finally whispered, “Ten.”

She let me get down to three.

I started crying this time as I stared at her. I pounded the mattress like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “M please.”

“You can stop this at anytime.”

I could have. We had a safe word and it’s not like she would have withheld sex or anything. I was just really into doing what she wanted… Even when it sucked. I wanted to please her so badly.

*Maybe a part of me liked it too. It was nice to have an outlet for the crazy. We were really passionate about each other and didn’t know what to do with it.*

She told me to do it again and I hesitated. We stared at each other for a while and she finally pulled her shirt down and exposed herself.

*She had a fantastic chest.*

“Please fuck me,” I whispered.

“Get yourself off and don’t forget to count.”

I didn’t even want to come. I fought it so hard as I stared at her with my most pathetic look. I started shaking as I got close and really thought about just taking myself to climax. Instead I whispered, “Ten.”

She pulled her shirt fully off then. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Nine.”

She started stuck her fingers in her mouth.

“Eight.”

And then played with her own fucking nipples.

“Seven.”

She spread her legs… which brought me to the edge.

“Six, five, four, three…”

“Stop.”

“Please.”

“Stop Viola.”

I stopped but I lost my fucking shit.

“Damn it, M!” I screamed as tears ran down my face. I threw her vibrator against the wall and flipped her off. Then I got up and started getting dressed.

She smiled as she stood up and tried to pull me into a hug. At first I resisted, but then I let myself fall into her.

*I was still pissed, but unless you have experienced the beautiful sensation of your own bare breasts pressed against another pair, you have no room to judge my temptations.*

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“You’re such a bitch.”

She laughed and pushed me back on the bed and started kissing down my body. “Am I still a bitch?” She asked as she ran her tongue over my nipple.

“Yes, fuck you.”

She pulled her head back. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

I narrowed my eyes, but didn’t resist as she put her mouth back on my body and started nibbling around my neck. She went slowly, so fucking slowly, too fucking slowly…

“Fucking bitch!” I moaned. “Just go down on me.”

She smiled, shrugged, and then dove in between my legs.

M had a special talent for oral sex. I could attribute this to a lot of things, but I think she just really, really liked pussy. When she ate me out she would start moaning like she was the one being pleasured, squeeze her legs together, and squirm like she was about to come too.

She could devour me with her tongue. With a flick, I’d unravel and scream. She didn’t hold back this time either, but went straight to my clit and started playing with it. She went so hard I had to grab her hair to hold still as she brought me to the edge.

“Count,” she mumbled in between licks.

“Fuck no!” I yelled as I pushed her head down and held her in place. I heard her giggle in between licks, but then she went back to work.

My orgasm was a thing of damn legends. I came so hard that I grabbed her shoulders and left bruises. She flipped me over on my back, stuck her fingers inside of me, and felt me pulse as I road out the fade off my orgasm. I just moaned and then went slack as she continued to finger me.

“Do you forgive me?” She asked as she put her lips to my ear and kissed my neck.

“No,” I moaned.

“You broke my vibrator.”

“Well, you’re a jealous bitch.”

We didn’t fight the rest of the night though. We fucked again, but we managed to have a decent evening where we got high and painted. She even admitted she liked my rage poem.

M was fucking crazy, but we had our moments.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xao4zl/my_girlfriend_edged_me_because_she_was_angry_i