One of my classier moments at the symphony [FM]

God damn it, I hate how many good sex stories I have with this asshole. I addressed this in my AMA, but I’m not being cute when I say I genuinely hated this man.

He was my boss when I was an intern and then we started officially dating after a few office hookups. However, even though he was ten years older than me, he was an insecure little bitch who didn’t quite know how to handle me.

*I swore off dating other lawyers after him.*

Anyway, one time we went to the symphony. It was one of the few times we genuinely had a nice time beforehand.

First off, I looked beautiful. I still remember that damn red dress and how long I took to actually do my full hair and makeup (I’m usually kind of a mess). He also wore this really hot suit that had me thinking dirty thoughts. Sometimes I forget he was actually hella attractive.

We went to dinner and were both just super giggly and cute. He could be sweet on occasion.

He tells me he used to take all his dates to this restaurant.

“This place? It’s expensive.”

“True and I very rarely got laid.”

“I bet you do tonight.”

He got a goofy grin like a teenager. “I think you’re the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks.”

“You don’t seem surprised.”

“Um yeah, I’m most people’s best sex.”

He rolled his eyes. “Why do you do that? You’re so cocky it’s annoying.”

*Oh great. Here we go.*

“Do what? Take a compliment?”

“Why would you tell me about other guys?”

“By saying I was the best you just compared me to other girls!”

“But that was a compliment!”

“I don’t catalogue lovers if that’s what you’re pissed about.”

*I do. He just wasn’t the best.*

“It bothers me how many guys you’ve fucked.”

“…People.”

“What?”

“How many people I’ve fucked.”

*Perhaps this was not the time to educate Scott Pilgrim on bi erasure.*

“Seriously?”

We fought all the way to the symphony. We sat in the parking lot and screamed for so long I was worried we would miss curtain.

Finally I rolled my eyes and got on my knees. There was only one way to shut him up.

“I don’t want that right now,” he complained when I put a hand on his crotch.

“Really? Because you’re hard.”

“Fucking fine. I guess.”

*Your sacrifice is inspiring, sir.*

He pulled his pants down and slammed my head down on to his dick. I twirled my tongue around a few times before taking him all the way in. I immediately went deep and let him slide down my throat. I’m pretty fucking good at deep throating.

“You’re so good at this,” he breathed from above me.

*Thanks. It’s because of all the guys I’ve fucked before you, asshole.*

Usually I would take my time because I like being slow and generous but I wasn’t about to miss the curtain because this douche is insecure that I had the same amount of past sexual partners as him.

I slammed my head down over and over, letting him guide me with his hand. “I want to come in your mouth. I love watching you swallow.”

*That’s great. Can you do it now so I don’t miss the damn show?*

Thankfully he did. One more deep dive and he came in my mouth. I leaned back and looked him in the eye as I swallowed.

“That was amazing,” he smiled. “You might want to fix your makeup though. It’s messed up.”

“Or I could wear it like that so everyone knows you just fucked my mouth in the parking lot like a little whore.”

He groaned. “Why the fuck do you think I’d want people assuming my girlfriend is a whore?”

“Jesus, I’m kidding.”

*My affinity for public degradation was wasted on him.*

We did indeed make it to our seats but I didn’t QUITE fully fix my makeup just to spite him.

Still, we actually have a nice time. The symphony is beautiful and nothing soothes the soul like music. It’s bliss.

We were both even in a good mood after and stopped at the bar for a drink.

“What are you googling?” I asked him when he pulled out his phone.

“I want to know who wrote the last piece. It sounded familiar.”

“Franz Liszt?”

“Oh is that it? I’ll check.”

“You don’t have to check. I’m positive. It’s on my writing playlist… and also super famous.”

“So what? I’m just supposed to know every famous piece?”

“No… I just knew this particular piece so now you can save your data. Please don’t make this a thing.”

He made it a thing.

We started fighting so intensely at the bar the poor bar tender clearly felt uncomfortable. We didn’t even ask for the tab, he just threw down cash and we left. People were staring at us as we left because we were in such a heated debate.

We got close to his car and I pulled out my phone. “I’ll take a damn Uber,” I said. “I’m not going home with you.”

“I don’t want you going home this late. Your neighborhood is not safe.”

“My neighborhood is fucking fine and I am taking a damn Uber.”

“Your apartment is a shithole.”

“Well maybe my boss should pay me more. Oh my god!”

We paused and just breathed for a while as we looked at each other. He flipped me around and pressed me against his car.

*Why TF was he hard? I swear this man got off on how mean I was to him.*

“I need to fuck you,” he said.

“Fine let’s go back to your place.”

“I need it now.”

*Seriously? Are we about to fuck like teenagers in this parking lot? We really were children.*

He opened the back door and pulled me in. I reached to undue his tie and unbutton his shirt. I could not get him undressed fast enough.

He hiked up my dress and pulled me on top so I was at straddling him. I pulled my straps down so my breasts popped out of my dress and let him put them in his mouth. I slammed a hand against the car ceiling. It felt so good.

*Dear god, he’s hot and so good at sex.*

I rubbed my hips against him so I could feel his erection.

“You want it,” he growled as he pulled my hair.

“So bad. Please fuck me.”

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“I need it so badly I feel sick. Please, I’m so tight.”

“Tell him how much you need me inside of you.”

I reached to pull his pants down. “Please fuck me. It’s all I fucking think about.”

“Tell me I’m the best sex you’ve ever had.”

*You’re not. Also, you need therapy.*

I hesitate just a moment too long.

“Damn it, V!” He yells as he flips me off of him. He puts me on all fours and finally slams into me from behind. I cry out. Despite everything, he is a great fuck. His dick does magical things do me.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

He railed me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re sore and have to think of me tomorrow every time you cross your legs.”

*God damn it. That’s pretty hot.*

“Better spank me then too,” I breathed as he thrust into me. “For good measure.”

He obliged. I’m pretty sure I was the first girl he ever spanked but he was good at it. He never warmed up correctly, but I was usually so pissed at him I didn’t even care that it was so intense so quickly.

He spanked me so hard I screamed and slammed my hand against the window. “Say you’re mine,” he panted.

“I’m yours.”

“You think about my dick all the time and want my cum in you, don’t you?”

“Yes! Please don’t stop.”

I HATE that we always came together, but his timing was impeccable. Mother fucker, it felt so good. I screamed his name when it happened and let him wrap his arms around me after.

He stayed inside me for a while as he bent over me and kissed my neck and ear.

*Ugggg, this is so depressing but I’m pretty sure this was the only few moments we were happy.*

“I love fucking you,” I said.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

*Oh dear.*

“That was a great symphony,” I breathed.

“Seriously? That’s it?”

*Dont say it, V. Don’t say it. Do not declare love to stop a fight.*

“I really care for you,” I sighed.

“Wow, that almost felt painful to hear.”

“Can we wait until you’re not inside me to start fighting again?”

He pulled himself out. “Am I just sex for you?”

*I mean, no but this was the only thing that worked sometimes.*

“I think I love you too,” I finally said. “Let’s just go home.”

“You *think* you love me?”

“That’s how YOU said it first.”

“Well I’m in love with you! And you love me too! That’s why we make each other this crazy.”

*Nah bro, I’m just crazy all on my own.*

“Fine! I love you!”

He did not like the style of this declaration and we fought all the way home about it. We fought so much we had to fuck the moment we got through his door.

Yes, we really were this unhealthy and then some. I wish we had had bad sex, damn it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sjua3f/one_of_my_classier_moments_at_the_symphony_fm