Very intimidate sex with my kinkiest partner [MF]

This is kind of a weird story to post on here, but whatever. Go to literally almost any other story on my profile if you want rough sex. This one is going to be straight, sweet passion, and happens to be one of my favorite sexual memories of all time.

I dated a dude who was fucking crazy in bed. I have written about him many times. We got really, really weird for an entire summer and I attribute a lot of my kinks to him.

He was literally the perfect dom and possibly the best sex I’ve ever had, but there was also a different side to him I haven’t really crafted.

I’ve written many times that we were not good together on a relationship level. We were extremely volatile. However, we were also really, really good friends. He could call me a whore and choke me and then the next minute we’d be back to our normal selves, debating the Star Wars universe and playing chess. We actually stayed best friends for years because we had a connection. Unfortunately, some of that understanding was because we both had a few demons.

He had pretty textbook PTSD and his symptoms got bad sometimes. One night, I had to wake him up from a dream when he started yelling in his sleep and it took him a solid ten minutes to calm down. He was really embarrassed and kept apologizing.

I finally opened up about some shit about my past because I also had nightmares and we ended up talking all night so he didn’t have to go back to sleep.

*This got a little deeper than I intended. Ok, back to sex*

Just as the sun was coming up he climbed on top of me. This is an odd detail, but “The Funeral” by “Band of Horses” was playing. I remember because I almost went to turn it off because it felt like a really intimate song to fuck to, but he started kissing me and I didn’t want to stop the magic.

For a very long time we just made out like that, which was kind of rare for us. Upon reflection, we actually didn’t kiss much at all. He took my shirt off and just ran his hands up and down my body before lowering his head to my breasts. I half-expected his usual nipple torture, but he just kissed them really sweetly.

I reached between his legs, but he stopped me and asked if he could just worship me for a while. I almost asked what I’d have to do for it (he usually made me work for any pleasure), but he then proceeded to start naming his favorite parts of my body and what he loved about them.

He told me my breasts were perfect as he squeezed and kissed them again. He put one gently in his mouth and when I gasped he told me he loved them because he could use them to make me feel good.

He grabbed a fistful of hair and told me he loved how it was long and blonde. He twisted it in his hands and told me he loved how he could control my movements when he pulled it.

He kissed my neck and told me how he loved the war my whole body reacted when he licked my neck and ears. He bit my earlobe a few times and made me whimper.

At this point I asked him to fuck me. He stopped and looked at me with this weird, desperate need I had never seen in him. “I’ll do what you want, but I’m asking you to please let me keep going.”

Well, ok then. I nodded for him to continue.

He turned me over and kissed down my back as he grabbed my waist and told me he loved how tiny I was. He said he loved how easy it was to lift me when he wanted to pin me against the wall or take me to bed.

He bit my ass and fondled me for a bit as he told me how some days it was all he could think about. He said I tortured him with it without even knowing when we were in public and that he would get hard each time I bent over.

“And this,” he said as his hand finally found his way in between my legs as he plunged a finger inside of me, making me whimper at his touch. “I love this the most because I love how good I can make you feel. I want to make you feel so good right now.” He circled me with his fingers almost lazily as he told me how hot it was that I got so tight every time he touched me. He told me he was obsessed with making me come and got himself off to the thought of my face when I climaxed.

Bro, I was about to explode. Being praised like that is an absolutely soul changing experience and sensual in ways that’s hard to describe. Seeing your body through your partner’s eyes is a gift I highly recommend you give freely. Any insecurities I ever had about myself in bed were instantly wiped away and really just made me want sex even more.

I sat up so my back was touching his chest and whispered that I needed him. I could feel him hard through his boxers and pulled them down. He kissed down my back first and finally whispered in my ear that he wanted to give me the best orgasm of my life. I asked what I had to do for it, and he told me to just let him take over.

Gladly.

He put himself inside me gently and fucked me so slowly that every stroke felt like bliss. He reached a hand around and played with my clit, running his thumb over me so that I was paralyzed with pleasure.

*Fuck, no one should be that attractive AND that good at sex. He didn’t play fair*

The buildup was immaculate as he continued with the commentary of how much he loved my body.

“I love how your whole body responds when I’m inside you,” he whispered. “I love how you want sex all the time. I love how much you want to pleasure me. I love the noises you make when you’re getting close. I love watching you lose control.”

He thrust a little harder and told me how much he loved watching me come and asked me to do it for him.

I came so hard I cried.

He flipped me over and stared at me for a moment before spreading my legs and putting his head between them. He kept eye contact like that for a while before whispering, “I love the way you taste… And I love that tortured look on your face right now.”

*Good lord, he was trying to kill me*

He put his hand on my stomach to hold me down as he licked me. My legs were shaking as I started moaning, so he went harder and started fingering me at the same time. He asked me to say his name so I whispered it over and over until I came again.

He crawled up so that he was over me again and gently put himself back inside me. This might sound odd but we did not often have sex facing each other, and when we did it was usually because he wanted to see me in pain while we fucked. Yes, this level of intimacy was freaking me out, but I was completely powerless to stop it at this point.

He let his mouth find mine and fucked me as we made out. It took me a while to realize he was crying. I let him stay like that for as long as I could take it, but it got too intense and I finally had to pull my mouth away so I could bite down on his shoulder.

I apologized because I left a bite mark and he told me there was nothing I could do with my mouth he didn’t love.

*Fuck, I’m having a hard time writing this…*

He told me he loved when my mouth was on his body. He told me he loved it when I sucked his dick. He told me he loved when I smiled and loved hearing the sound of my voice. He told me he loved when I rambled about politics or my weird legal theories he didn’t understand. He told me he loved my mouth because it let him into my brain.

*Like… fuck. What am I supposed to do with this?*

He finally came by looking me in the eye as he said my name and gently pulled my hair. We were not big into cuddling, but he held me for a very long time after that and we finally both fell into a long, peaceful sleep.

So yeah… that happened. The dude who made me crawl around the apartment on my hands and knees, spit cum in my face, and made me ask permission to touch myself, straight made love to me one morning.

Before you ask, while I love him dearly to this day, we were never in love. We never even had to discuss why we weren’t dating. We would have destroyed each other, and he became a really important friend to me.

I was kind of nervous this would change things- and maybe it did to an extent- but luckily that evening he was back to his regular dominating self.

Years later we were at lunch with a group of friends and someone made a comment about vanilla sex. He said, “Sometimes intimidate vanilla sex is the best though.” We made eye contact for half a moment and I swear both got a little emotional. That’s the closest we ever came to acknowledging it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ra4bdz/very_intimidate_sex_with_my_kinkiest_partner_mf