Absurdly hot sex because of a strange compliment my ex [F] hadn’t even planned to tell me [M]

(Warning: very long story. For those who want to skip the background and/or lead-up, medium-sexy stuff starts at / / / / /, actual sex starts at +++++. Honestly though, the story’s a lot more fun in context.)

Of all the people I’ve dated, Kelly was decidedly the strangest. This absolutely brilliant, blonde scientist who embodied “slim thicc” was sweet and demure in public, usually dressed in jeans and a cute sweater in cooler weather and a sundress in warmer months. Very much your wholesome girl next door vibe, but that was decidedly inaccurate behind closed doors. Or beyond them in this one case, I suppose. When I introduced her to friends they’d always comment about how wholesome and gentle she was, and they weren’t wrong. It was just a very incomplete story.

In private, I’ve only known a tiny number of people kinkier – and even then only because my best friend is super into that scene and I’ve met some of their friends. 😂 I’ve certainly never dated anyone else on Kelly’s level. In retrospect some of it was so far outside my comfort zone that a couple occasions are memories I try to block out, but it was always consensual even if there was occasionally more pressure placed on me to acquiesce than there ought to have been. But most of it was fun, or at least benign albeit strange – like wanting me to call her “kitten” while we were having sex.

However, this isn’t the story of one of the uncomfortable times. Instead, this is the story of the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about my appearance, except Kelly apparently hadn’t even been planning to tell me until I started to sense something was odd.

She wasn’t originally from the US, and we’d traveled back to her home country to attend the wedding of an old friend of hers. We’d decided months in advance that we would spend some time after the wedding exploring and hanging out in various places before heading back to the US where we were both studying. She’d planned a whole itinerary for us to follow after spending a little time with her showing me around her hometown. The wedding was nice, though knowing exactly no one and having a partner who wasn’t great at making introductions meant I had to ramp up my extroversion to 11. So it was nice to have some time just the two of us after that. Two days later, we drove off to the rest of her list of destinations.

One of them was a city about an hour away which had a nude beach. Now, I don’t normally even like taking my shirt off in public. I work out all the damn time, but going from high school to early adulthood was such an extreme “ugly duckling turns out to be a swan” situation for me that I still feel deeply uncomfortable being seen without full clothing in even semi-public settings. Dumb, I know, but I’m only human. I’m not bothered at all when it’s a partner I feel comfortable with, but I’m the kind of dude who wears a shirt at the beach.

Despite that, Kelly had been encouraging me for months to join her at the nude beach when we were traveling. I had questions, but she had answers.

“Is it okay if I get a boner?”

“Yep! As long as you aren’t being weird about it. People know it’s just an automatic reaction.”

“Are you going to be upset if I feel weird about a bunch of other men seeing you naked?”

“I want to go so I can experience it with you. If my goal was to have a bunch of guys ogle me, I could have been to a nude beach long before now.”

And so on.

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So we get there, and I do as I’m asked. It feels intensely weird being there, and ironically enough the awkwardness initially made a boner impossible while we were wandering around trying to find a spot she liked. However, as I adjusted to how bizarre being there was to me, other factors took over. Even though I was concentrating on not looking at anyone other than Kelly, she was unfazed. Watcher her just going about a normal beach trip routine was enough to drive me wild even when it was just one of her tasteful but sexy one-piece bathing suits. She preferred them to bikinis, but picked designs where there was still a good amount which the imagination didn’t need to bother with. Yet a routine which was enough to have me drooling over her when was mostly clothed unsurprisingly had an even stronger effect when I could see every bit of her as she moved about to set up her towels, handed me the umbrella to plant, and so on. Did I feel kind of jealous about the fact other men were seeing her? Not gonna lie, yes. Still, I felt secure enough in our relationship that mostly it was just hot as fuck to watch her flaunting her body.

Now I’m lounging on the towels with her, lying on my stomach because I still feel weird about the boner she’s giving me. Then Kelly tells me I should flip over onto my back. I ask why, and she says she likes the view. Yet when I do so, after a minute of her giving me the usual look of mild desire I’d see at various times out in public, she starts looking around. My instinct was to think she was comparing me with the men walking around, and feeling a little insecure I asked about it – making my assumption pretty clear. This is when I found out why she’d actually wanted to bring me there.

“Oh, it’s not that at all!” she said with a loving look. “Actually, I’m watching other women trying not to stare at you.”

“Huh?”

She looked back at me, down at my dick, and back into my eyes, and gave a shy little chuckle.

“That’s why I wanted to bring you here.”

“To look at women look at me?”

“Well, sort of. Really I’m just watching them look at you, then see me, and there’s like this telepathic understanding. It’s like, ‘Yeah, I know you want it, but he’s mine and that dick is mine. You bitches wish you were me.’ That’s kind of the vibe, and I can feel it dripping from a lot of them.”

[Side note, not going to be that reddit stereotype and talk about “my below-average 439-inch cock that’s thick as Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson’s entire torso”. Interpret Kelly’s statement however you like. :P ]

“That has to be an exaggeration,” I muttered, my brain perennially stuck in the idea I’m still the ugly duckling.

“You know you’re not great at reading people’s expressions, and you know that I am. Trust me, they’re thinking it, and I love it. I mean, most importantly I love you, but making them jealous is actually more fun than I expected. I don’t know the right word for what it feels like, but I’m gonna say ‘delicious’.”

So I felt weird all over again, but the increasingly hungry looks from Kelly directed my way in between her scans of passersby made it impossible to not stay hard. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Kelly, how long do you want us to stay here?”

“I was about to say we should go back to the hotel.”

“I’d really appreciate that. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed being here, but I want to put clothes on again.”

“You can do that while we take an Uber back, but clothes are done once we’re back to the room.”

The implication was obvious, and I was suddenly very impatient to get back there. We showered most of the sand off, packed up, and in the back seat on the drive to the hotel she whispered that she wanted me to show her exactly how jealous she knew the other women ought to be.

Now, Kelly was one of the most enthusiastic participants in my own kinks. While mine are probably more tame than some of hers, we both shared intense breeding and dom/sub kinks. I’m a switch, really, but she loved being the sub and that was just fine with me – to say nothing of how much I always lost my mind at her little whimpers and puppy dog eyes while begging me to impregnate her. A woman like that who also has an IUD is just [insert loud but incoherent horny noises].

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It was only late afternoon once we practically rush through the room’s door, but it turned out that once it closed behind us we weren’t going to leave the room until the next afternoon. The stuff we’d brought to the beach is chucked into a pile on the floor, and faster than NASA could finish a rocket countdown we’ve torn each other’s clothes off and her lips are against mine, my tongue against hers. Depending on the day she could range from engaged to highly enthusiastic when it came to sex, but I’d never seen her like this before. Whether or not she was right about other women’s jealousy towards her, her belief in it turned her into an animal like I’d never seen before.

And when I say animal, I don’t mean it solely in the colloquial sense. Like, that was without question true, but she also bit the top of my shoulder enough to leave temporary but very distinct teeth marks. That was certainly a new experience, and really drove home that the feral look in her eyes was an understatement.

While we’d used the showers at the beach to rinse off enough to not understandably piss off the Uber driver, as the greatest smooth talker in the history of fiction Anakin Skywalker put it, sand is irritating and it gets everywhere. So the first order of business was to shower again. Thankfully the clothes are already taken care of, so I just picked her up off the ground and headed to the bathroom. Being “princess carried” was one of her favorite things in the world, and she never hesitated to remind me of that.

From her position in my arms she looked up at me and said, “You know, as much as I like how all your working out makes you look, I absolutely love how it means you’re able to do this so casually.”

“I seem to recall there’s another use for it that you like even more,” I replied, chuckling.

“Huh? What’s that?”

“Fucking you against the wall?”

“Oh! Don’t get me wrong, I love that, but definitely not as much as this.”

“Bad news,” I told her with a smirk.

“Yeah, I know. Can’t do it in the shower because you might drop me or fall and hurt us both.”

“Friction is a son of a bitch sometimes.”

“Okay mister science,” Kelly stuck out her tongue as I set her down on her feet in the shower, “But that doesn’t mean I’m keeping my hands to myself.” She stretched up on her tippy-toes to kiss me, then dragged me into the shower after her.

At this point her level of intensity has me so hard that “below average 439-inch cock…” thing practically felt true. She presses herself up against me, and with her at 5’6″ and me at 6’3″ my dick is pressed against that unfairly hot stomach of hers. She kisses me on the chest, I kiss her on the forehead, and then as I’m bending down a bit to make out with her she instead guides me down to the floor of the shower. She turns around to twist the knob on and then to a nice temperature, and then sits down in my lap. But not in my lap for more kissing and for me to finger her or us to do any other sort of foreplay. No, she turns back towards me, grabs my dick, lines it up, and sits down on it in one almost continuous motion.

The shower was absolutely soaking us, but my dick was without question the wettest part of my body courtesy of Kelly’s sheer horniness. I start bucking upwards, trying to sync up with her rhythm, but can’t seem to manage. She throws herself forwards, forcing me to put my hands back to prevent us both from crashing to the floor of the shower. Arms wrapped around my neck and behind my head, her tiny boobs and petite chest pressed up against me hard, we’re kissing furiously. She keeps riding with a remarkable intensity, but thankfully is more grinding forward and back rather than slamming up and down – or else I’d be worried about her breaking my dick. [I’ve seen it in a patient in the ER. 0/10 do not recommend]

Our kiss finally breaks, and I test using just one arm to prevent us from falling backwards while I reach the other around her to grab a fistful of that amazing ass, then wrap it around her waist. She dives back in to kiss me, and with our lips sealed together she starts moaning louder and louder, then makes a final squeal so loud that it almost hurt my ears. She stops, breathing heavily and with her legs trembling a little. I position myself more upright and wrap my arms around her, holding her gently but firmly against my chest with her head against my shoulder. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, and I kiss her shoulder and neck. I hadn’t cum, but I loved how intensely she clearly had, and figured she’d need to rest for a bit after that level of intensity.

I gently lifted her off my dick, still hard as a Dwayne Johnson (I’m having too much fun with that joke), and held her in my arms while I turned off the shower and carried her to the bed. The sheets were going to be damp for a while now, but who fucking cares. As I walked her there and set her down on the bed, she was looking up at me doe-eyed and loving. I tucked her in, mostly because it was kind of a running joke for us, then turned back to make her some mediocre coffee with the crappy little machine in the room.

Except as I was turning away, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her. As I turned to see what she wanted, she just shook her head with fake sternness and said, “I’m not done with you,” then lifted the covers and pulled me into the bed with her.

I moved to climb on top of her in missionary, but she rolled onto her stomach before I could. Sneaky little woman knew that (“pronebone”) was my favorite. I moved on top of her, kissing her just above the tailbone and then kissing bit by bit up her spine while my hands went to work. I slipped a couple fingers inside her, and used my other hand to reach underneath and grab her boobs. After a moment she moaned out, “I want you inside me. Now.”

I slipped my fingers out of her pussy, then as I went to place my dick at her entrance she did this funny thing that I knew well. Early in our relationship, she’d warned me that sometimes she’d get so horny that she found it hard to express things as clearly as she’d like, and that I could tell because she would start involuntarily start wiggling her hips. She was doing that now, furiously.

[I don’t know any other way to describe it other than [this goofy-ass gif of a cat](https://media.tenor.com/2KP7wiHsXOIAAAAC/cat-shimmy.gif)]

I chuckled slightly, then grabbed her hips to hold her in placed and slid inside. She wasn’t the slightest bit less wet than before, and this time she let out a delighted little yelp as I entered. I took my hands off her hips, and then wrapped them around her to hold her against me tightly like I was trying to convey all of the affection and horniness in one incredibly sexual hug. I started moving my hips up and down to thrust into her. Much like I had earlier, she was moving her ass back towards me to meet those thrusts, and I was thankful she loved that kind of depth rather than being hurt by it.

“I love you,” I whispered into her ear.

“I love you too…” she whispered back, then moaned. “You should show me just how much you love me, though,” she teased.

“And how do I do that?”

“I want you to give your cum. All of it. Deep inside me.”

“All of it?” I asked, smirking.

“Every drop,” she said in this cute I’m-pretending-to-be-stern voice that she would sometimes use, “I’ll be mad at you if there’s anything left in your balls.”

“You know what’s going to happen if I do that, though.”

It was always our thing to pretend she didn’t have an IUD, so she whimpered and replied, “I’ll get pregnant.”

“That’s right. Are you saying you want me to knock you up?”

“Yes daddy!” she almost whined, “I want you to give me your babies.”

Still pounding down into her, I clicked with my tongue and said, “But what will people think if this wholesome little blonde girl is suddenly pregnant out of wedlock?” [neither of us believe that matters, it’s just part of the dirty talk]

“What do you mean, daddy? What will they think of me?”

“They’ll think you’re a little slut, Kelly.”

“But I’m your little slut!”

“That’s right, you are,” I paused for an instant to kiss her on the cheek before resuming.

“Don’t you want them to know that I’m your little slut?”

“I do, but they’re going to think, ‘God, look at that pretty little blonde woman. Who would have ever thought she was secretly a slut?’ Are you sure?”

“I want them to know. I want them to know I’m your slut!”

“Me too kitten.”

“Then get me pregnant!”

“Okay kitten, if you’re sure.”

“I am! Cum inside me. I need it!”

“Beg,” I grunted back as I began slamming into her faster and faster.

“Please give me your sperm, daddy. Please cum in me.”

I started to growl.

“I need you to knock me up. Please give me your babies.”

The growl turned into a loud grunt as I thrust until I bottomed out inside her, spraying my semen onto her cervix as I gripped her tightly to keep her in place.

She wiggled her hips again with an excited giggle.

“Did you just cum in me, daddy?”

Now it was my turn to breathe heavily, and I gasped out, “I did kitten.”

She signed contentedly, “I bet there’s so much of it in my womb already…”

“That’s the effect you have on me,” I said, smiling, then kissed her on the cheek over and over in a little flurry.

“I don’t want any of it to leak out. I want it all to stay inside me.”

“Want me to go find a cork?” I joked.

“Dummy,” she laughed, “just stay inside me. You can be the cork until it’s all in my womb. That way I’m guaranteed to have your baby.”

So we laid there for a while, me on top of her and still inside, wrapping my larger frame around hers like a blanket as we breathed softly and ran our hands over each other.

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She and I split a bit over a year ago when she had to move (while I couldn’t do so) and we didn’t think it would work at distance, but I imagine she’s off giving someone else a riot of a time over on the opposite side of the country. I wish her the best.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zxxtjp/absurdly_hot_sex_because_of_a_strange_compliment