[MF] Paper Bag? Sure, I’ll put that on my head…

I won’t elaborate and make this story more than it was. I’m just going to tell exactly how it was.

So…

I was on a date with a woman I’d been sleeping with for a few months. We’d pushed boundaries. You can tell from my other posts this is typical of me and mine. This girl? She was in her early 30s at the time and I was in my early 20s. We’d met at the hospital we both worked at and while she no longer worked there anymore, we had begun sleeping together after a casual run in. I’ve shared more about us in other posts so won’t detail more. Catch up on your own!

That night I made a joke, about fucking her with a bag on her head. We were eating take out and it’d come in a small white paper bag and was now covered in grease. She just said “Like this one?”. I grabbed it and looked at it as if I was Sherlock Holmes. “A bit too small don’t you think?” We both had a laugh and it didn’t come up again. We had great sex later that evening and she went home to take care of her son.

A couple weeks later we were set to hang out again and she walked into my apartment with a big grin. This wasn’t unusual. We always knew we were going to have fun together. But this time, from behind her back, she pulled out a brown paper bag. Big, like from Kroger or something. “Would this work?” she asked coyly.

I couldn’t fucking believe it. I honestly didn’t, but then she went straight downstairs to the bedroom. I obviously followed. It was clear she’d assumed I’d say yes because shed cut a hole in it. She referenced it was for my dick and I joked what the fuck else would it be for?!

We went to the bathroom because at the last minute she decided she wanted to tear a small hole just for a bit of vision. She thought it’d be sexy seeing juuuust a little bit. Hey. I wasn’t going to complain. She went to the mirror, stripping all her clothes and placed the bag onto her head. I was sorta in shock. This was a new level of nuts for me and was loving it. We tested it but the bag kept coming off, so we ended up getting a big rubberband to hold the bag onto her neck.

She went next level then and handed me one of my black markers from my art table. “Write something…” she said. “I don’t want to just be a bag. I gotta have a name or something. Can’t call me “baghead”. We both laughed again. We always found humor in these moments together. I took the marker, thought I was, and decided to go a bit dark, and wrote “DUMB CUNT” in big letters. She looked again in the mirror, and immediately groaned. A groan of excitement. Of….a loss of something and a gain of something else. There she was naked as the day she was born, phat ass and tits in the wind…with a fucking bag on her head like some insane sex doll. Dehumanized and humiliated.

And then she laughed. And so did I. She loved it and I loved that she was into it.

I’m not going to write about the sex. There are a million posts with that. The sex was nasty, dirty sexy like we always had…. It’s the bag, and the story beforehand of us putting it on her, and embracing the silly crazy debauchery of it all, that stands out in my mind.

Excelsior!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10lshrv/mf_paper_bag_sure_ill_put_that_on_my_head