The say I realized I wasn’t having enough sex [FM]

I’m not sure when it happened exactly, but I remember the day I began to realize that I was not having as much sex as I should be.

I grew up in a small town in Nakuru county where almost everyone knew everyone else. We were all “friends” on common social media, but we didn’t have any real friends.

And you know what? It was okay with me! I didn’t want to hang out with anyone except my family anyway. My parents were really strict—they made me go to bed at 9 o’clock every night and they wouldn’t let me watch TV or go to the internet until after my homework was done. So besides the occasional trip to Walmart or Target for groceries and toiletries, I didn’t have much reason for going anywhere anyway.

This changed when I turned 18 and moved away to college. I had to leave my cozy little bubble and enter into the real world. I met men not shy to say what they wanted to do to me. At the time I didn’t realize it but his was a real turn on . I was so used to having to be the one in control all the time that it felt good for someone else take over and tell me what they wanted from me.

So when I met PJ at a small house party when I was a little tipsy and he started to flirt with me, I was immediately turned on. After all, this was a guy who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to tell me. He was confident in his actions and had no problem taking control of the situation. So when he asked if I wanted to go upstairs, I said yes without hesitation. As soon as we got into the bedroom, he pulled me close and started to kiss me. His hands reached around my back and grabbed my ass, pulling me in even closer. I loved the way his body felt against mine; it was strong but soft at the same time. I could tell that he had worked out a lot because his muscles were toned and defined just right.

We continued to kiss as he laid me down on the bed. He hovered over top of me, his mouth leaving mine only for a second so that he could take off his shirt. He was so hot; I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I reached up and started to unbutton his pants, wanting to see what he was packing. He smiled at me as I pulled down his zipper and reached inside. My eyes went wide when I felt how big it was; it felt like an elephant trunk in my hand. I was scared a bit but I was so turned on that I knew I wanted to try it. He smiled at me again and then sat up, taking off his pants completely. He kicked them off to the side of the bed. I will never forget his lustful gaze at me when he said, “tonight your mine babygirl.” I have never felt my heart race that fast again in my life.

I was right to fear his huge dick. It filled me up until it hurt. I loved the pain, I loved he didn’t hold back anything. He threw me around, pinned me down, pulled me by my hair and didn’t care how loud we were. I couldn’t hold anything back, tears were flowing down my cheeks, and he could that see but didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop shaking but yet he didn’t stop pounding. I lost myself.

Tbh I don’t remember much else from the night. Nothing much happened between PJ and I after that, we would just exchange super flirty looks when we saw each other on campus. But most importantly it awakened desires and needs that I didn’t know I had.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zna8f8/the_say_i_realized_i_wasnt_having_enough_sex_fm