This is more like part 6 because I’ve written about her in several posts, but enjoy…
So, to catch you up from my latest post, my ex used to punish me for having a sex life before her. Was this healthy? Absolutely not. However, I like being punished apparently so I went with it.
One day, I am hanging out with her and my best guy friend at a random party. He makes a joke about how weird it is that the two of us hooked up the first night we met because we’re basically “like siblings” now.
*the first night we met he went down on me in my friend’s bathroom but that’s a story for another time*
I nearly choke on my drink because I know what’s coming. I shoot him a look and he immediately shuts up, but the damage is done. I can tell from the look on her face she’s going to destroy me… and if I’m being honest I’m scared but just a tad excited.
“I didn’t know y’all had a thing. That’s cute,” was all she said in a voice so calm it had me questioning whether she was a psychopath.
We all kind of laugh it off and continue with the party but about 15 minutes later I notice she apparently went home without telling me. I look all over for her and finally a mutual friend tells me she saw her slip out the door.
She doesn’t answer my texts and I start to panic. She lives right down the road, so I run to her apartment, truly terrified she’s pissed I didn’t tell her. I knock frantically and she finally answers the door slowly and invites me in.
It takes a couple of seconds for me to register that she’s wearing fucking lingerie. Not just any lingerie either… she has on a fucking red bra and underwear set with thigh high boots. I had never even seen a woman in lingerie before.
But I also knew her and saw where this was about to go.
“What’s the catch?” I ask. This bitch goes to the kitchen and starts making tea like she’s somehow oblivious to the fact that shes in her damn underwear.
“I don’t know what you mean. Do you want tea?” She calls.
“No, I don’t want fucking tea.”
“Ok, is there anything else you want?”
*Cool. It was going to be that kind of night.*
She literally walks over, sits on the couch, and takes a sip of her tea as she eyes me. I apologize for not telling her I hooked up with my guy friend and ask what she wants me to do.
She says it’s fine but tells me to sit down and tell me in great detail exactly where we hooked up, what we did to each other, and how it felt.
*I think she got off on this. She made me do this every time she met someone I had a fling with*
So… I started to tell her and she stopped me and told me to get on my knees first. I still could not tell if this was hot or terrifying but I did indeed get on my knees and tell her every single detail about my hookup.
When I was done she smiles at me and nods her head.
*Yes, she genuinely terrified me.*
Finally she just shrugs and says it’s ok as she continues to sip her tea. Finally I just ask her if we’re seriously not going to fuck. She stares me down and says, “it kind of depends on what you let me do to you.”
*Fuck*
Yes, I knew it was coming so I ask her what she wants. She tells me to crawl to her. I do. When I’m next to her on the couch she asks me how badly I want her. I tell her I’d do anything so she smiles and tell me to take my clothes off and bend over her table. And damn it, I do it.
She takes her damn time with me like that too. She pretends to slurp her tea as I stay there fucking bent over her table.
This bitch walks up to me very, very slowly, runs a hand over my backside as she bends over and whispers into my ear that I “belong” to her. I agree. NGL, I would have agreed to almost anything at this point.
So… she spanks me.
I had basically never been spanked. I mean, I had gotten the occasional slap on the ass during sex, but nothing serious. She goes to fucking town and makes me say “I’m yours” in between each slap.
To my surprise and horror, I am turned on by this. I am so fucking turned on I don’t know what to do. I literally try to rub myself on the table I am so desperate to get off and when she finishes I ask her to keep going.
She does not. Instead she yanks me back by my hair, turns around so she’s facing me, and then backs herself up on to the table and lays back.
She lets me take her underwear off and go down on her. I try to touch her breasts at one point and she slaps my hand away and says “you don’t fucking get that.”
That’s actually ok. I love eating pussy and she looked so hot on that table. It was more than enough.
She comes surprisingly quickly as she takes the back of my head and slams it into her. When she lets go I beg her to let me get off.
She tells me to get on the floor and touch myself to the thought of her orgasm. I do as she watches me from the table, occasionally making remarks about how I’m hers and going to behave.
I finally come, still not fully satisfied because she hasn’t touched me, but at least I no longer feel like I’m going to explode.
Fuck, she was crazy but pretty fucking fun.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/quyk2v/my_exgirlfriend_got_jealous_part_2_ff