[M]y [f]irst hate fuck

Disclaimer: I take full responsibility for being the instigator of this fight getting physical, this was well over 10 years ago.

We had been together for eight months and we had been arguing for eight hours. Dan and I were snowed in. We had no cell phone service, no internet, and no patience for one another’s bull shit.

The fight started with him trying to light a fire and getting pissy when I tried to take over, this turned into a fight about me having trust issues. The climax (no pun intended) of the argument involved us screaming at each other, nose to nose, toe to toe, and him calling me a “passive aggressive cunt” To which I replied “would you rather I be a flat out aggressive cunt?” He rolled his eyes “I don’t think you have the balls” I slapped him. He sucked his teeth and glared at the wall behind me, refusing to look directly at me.

I lifted onto my tip toes and whispered in his ear “now look who doesn’t have any fucking balls.” His hands flew to my shoulders and he pushed me against the wall. His fierce Green eyes were locked onto mine. We were both breathing heavy. I cut the silence “fuck you” I said quietly without breaking eye contact “what was that?” He said lifting me against the wall “I said, fuck you.” I responded a little louder. Palpable tension buzzed between us for what felt like an eternity.

Finally he shoved me to the side and made himself a drink “as soon as this storm is over you’re moving the fuck out.” I laughed “wouldn’t have it any other way.” He scoffed and repeated my words in a mocking tone. Rage surged through me again and I moved to punch him. He dropped his drink to catch the blow and pushed me onto the oversized bean bag chair. He was staring at me angrily “that was the last of the whisky.”

“poor baby doesn’t have his bottle.” I sneered before trying to stand. When I lost my balance he thought I was trying to hit him again. He was on top of me, my hands were pinned above my head, “STOP BEING A DUMB CUNT!” he yelled. I yelled back “YOU FIRST, DICK HEAD!” The tension surged back, and for reasons I will never understand: he pressed his lips to mine and shoved his tongue down my throat.

Passionate rage gave way to unbridled passion. I was kissing him back. One of his hands had left my wrist and thrust beneath my lower back. He was grinding into me, and I was grinding back. My legs wrapped tight around him, and I sunk my teeth into his neck. He let out a sexy little growl and dug his nails into my back. We were wrestling with each other’s shirts, fiercely moaning and grunting in turn. He lifted enough to unbuckle his belt. I grabbed the knife from his pocket and flicked it open. His eyes went wide, but before he could panic I turned the blade around. “You think I don’t trust you?” His Adams Apple bobbed with a swallow.  “As angry as we are with each other, I still trust you to fuck me with a knife to my throat.” It had always been a fetish he wanted to explore, but I had always said no.

Hesitantly, he took the blade. My whole body tensed when he cut off my underwear, and when he put the blunt side of the knife against my throat he asked “you trust me?” I closed my eyes “I trust you.” The head of his dick was against my soaked quivering pussy, and the cutting edge of the knife flipped to my throat.

“Say it again.” I couldn’t squirm, and his eyes were fixed on mine. I smiled “I trust you.” He thrust into me, rolling his shoulders back to steady his arm. I inhaled sharply and let out a moan. The knife flipped again. He was pressing it hard against my throat ramming himself into me, my back arched and I cried out his name. The blade flipped “say it again” I whispered it in his ear and nibbled the lobe. He came instantly, and the blade slipped. It took years for that scar to fade. But for the time I had it, it served as a daily reminder not to be a dumb cunt.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5zf543/my_first_hate_fuck