The one man that could get me to do whatever he wanted. [MF]

Obligatory this all happened from 2000-2012. I created this username in reference of who I am as a person now. I have two young children, and a dog, I’m an upstanding member of my church and community, and my husband has no idea that this all happened, and I have no reason to bring up the past for nothing. I’m writing this all after watching titanic, and realizing that I had my own, more drawn out and graphic version. So I’ll call him Jack and myself Rose.

To describe myself, I’m 5’ 4” with thick brown hair that goes to the small of my back. My tits have always been smaller than I’d like but they’re a nice handful. I’ve been an avid runner all my life and my legs and ass show it.

It started when I was 16, and Jack was in my math class. He was funny, he was electric, teachers either loved him or hated him. He had absolutely no impulse control. One day he was chatting me up, and he had me almost in tears I was laughing so hard. Suddenly his face changed in a way I had never seen before and Jack said, “You should come to my place after school.”

I was thrown off. He never really had girlfriends even though he was the class clown everyone loved. All I knew is that my panties were soaked. I had track practice but I knew I could blow it off for one day. Before I even really knew what happened I said Ok. We got back to his house and his room was in the attic, and had it’s own staircase leading up to it. We got up there and he pulled out a box and started rolling a joint. I had never smoked before and I know he could see it on my face. He lit it, took a puff, then turned and kissed me, breathing the smoke into my mouth.

Next thing I knew we were all over each other. Clothes were flying, hand we were both grabbing anything and everything. He had a cross tattooed on his chest. He was built pretty well for a teenage boy. I had never had sex before, and I eventually figured out I need a little bit of foreplay to get the engines running, but I was so wet that his cock slid right in and immediately started hitting all the right spots. Just as I was nearing the edge Jack announced he was going to cum, so I just wrapped my legs around him and made him cum inside of me. That pushed me over the edge.

I still think of that as the moment when I became addicted to Jack. Both of us covered in sweat, my head on his chest and his cum leaking out of my no longer virgin pussy, feeling the high of weed for the first time. He realized that we should get Plan B before I did, so he reached into a drawer by his bed and took out a suspiciously large roll of cash for a teenager. I had heard things, but that really confirmed that I lost my virginity to the high school drug dealer.

After that we started dating, and I became one of *those* girlfriends. The kind that plans their life around their high school boyfriend. My mom thought he was funny, my dad hated him with all his heart and soul, and my sister who was four years younger than me had a crush on him in short order. We dated for 4 years, after we graduated I started going to the local college and he started working on the road crews. Not a lot happened other than we smoked a lot of pot, fucked almost every day, and he cheated on me. A lot. I pretended I didn’t know, just because I couldn’t face the truth. But I kept following him around like a lost puppy.

To try and give myself an “edge” over the other girls, I thought I had to be down for anything and everything. I introduced spanking, I let him choke me until I almost passed out. I remember one time we were out for a nice dinner with my family when he followed me to the bathroom, shoved my thong in my mouth, and fucked me standing up in the handicapped stall. Things I would scold my current husband for even thinking about.

In 2004, Afghanistan and Iraq were in full swing, and Jack was stupid enough to get caught with felony amounts of weed in his trunk. Fortunately (or unfortunately) Jacks charisma extended to the local judge as well, and he was given the choice of army or Jail. He got on the bus to leave promising me that he’d write, but he never did. I cried for almost an entire month, and failed just about every class I had that semester. After that I tried to pick up the pieces of my life and move on with little success.

I eventually graduated college and started working in a hospital. In 2010 I married my current husband. I know now that I don’t truly *love* my husband. He’s just a decent man who would do anything for me, compared to the person who left me broken before. About 6 months after my wedding me and some coworkers went to get some drinks and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Jack drinking alone. He looked completely different, his face was less pretty and more rugged, his arms hands and neck were covered in tattoos that I didn’t recognize, and his characteristic smile was nowhere to be seen. I tried to talk to him but he was completely incoherent, he’d had way too much to drink.

I took him back to my parents place where me and my husband were living until we could get our own place.

I’ll post a part 2 if this gets enough attention.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kkyq2l/the_one_man_that_could_get_me_to_do_whatever_he