The best sex I had during my wild and crazy phase [FM]

Everyone at work is talking about the new guy. When I first see him, I get why. He’s hot and looks like the type that will eat your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth.

I end up being an hour late to our first date, because I’m kind of a wreck at this point in my life. He’s really sweet and doesn’t give me a hard time about it. We spend half the time talking and half the time making out.

I haven’t been on many dates lately. I’ve honestly been partying too much. I’ve only been going out with my craziest friend. We cycle through nights of parties and men. We text each other in the morning from random bedrooms across the city and triangulate where to meet up so we can do the same thing all over again. All the sex I’ve been having is wild and anonymous.

This is kind of like that, but different. It’s nice to slow down and just make out before we’ve taken our clothes off. I like the way he’s dressed, I like the way he talks. I like the way he kisses.

He takes me back to his place, which is an attic room in a big house. The room is bare, but cozy. He sits at the small desk to unlace his boots. The way he rips the laces from the shoe… fuck, the sound is enough to make me wet. When he takes his shirt off, his body is big and broad and it’s like he somehow fills the room up even more.

I’m kneeling on the bed, with my hands between my knees. My wrists are pressed against myself because I’m already so horny. He slips his hands under my shirt and I lift my arms so he can pull it off.

He’s already hard, so I take him in my mouth. His cock feels big. I do the best I can with it. He arches back and tells me how good it feels. I’m sucking dick like I have a million times before, but he makes me feel like it’s fucking incredible. His cock is making me gag, but I like it. There is spit all over it and my chin and my hands now. I take my mouth off it and runs my hands all over it. I want to smear it all over us and rub my pussy over it, feel the wetness I just made and his hard cock against my clit. I’m filled with a need to fuck him everyway possible. I want to give him every pleasure I can.

He looks at me and tells me I’m beautiful. He says it like I must know it. But no one has ever said that while fucking me. None of the sex I’ve had has made me feel like this. All my insecurities are wiped away. It’s like an entire part of my brain is freed up to just enjoy what he’s doing to me. He’s all over my body and I let myself be wherever he’s touching me.

I get ontop of him and slowly take him in. I can’t take the entire length yet, so I go slow until I feel the base of his cock against the plumpness of my pussy. The way it squishes around his cock and between our bodies feels so good. I want to keep feeling it over and over again. My hands are pressing against his chest. He grabs both my wrists and asks “fuck, how do you do that?” with genuine awe in his voice. He brings his hands up to cup my tits and his thumbs graze back and forth across my nipples. It makes me grind myself against him even harder.

The space between our bodies closes as he pulls me to his chest and now he’s the one fucking me. His arms cross over my back and he holds me tight against him while he takes over.

He keeps telling me I’m ‘so fucking beautiful.’ He’s fucking me like I have never been fucked before, with interest and desire and patience. It isn’t soft though, he’s still fucking me really hard. My moans are involuntary and real. It makes me a little sad to realize how much of my sex has been performative.

He turns me over and is even deeper inside me now. His body feels heavy ontop of mine, and he doesn’t hold himself back, until he’s close to coming. He slows down to avoid it. I’m happy that he doesn’t want it to end yet, that he wants to fuck me long and hard.

My orgasms during sex until this point have been rare. One boyfriend has managed it, but they’re more like surprise guests. I haven’t yet figured out that I can make myself do it.

He has me on all fours and I’m shocked to feel myself getting close. Some deep sense of comfort and need brings my fingers to my clit. I start to play with myself and for the first time I realize I can do this. I’m so lost in how good he feels inside me and the vertigo of realizing, all at once, that I can make myself come during sex this way.

This sex is everything I haven’t been having, deep, personal, and transcendental. I’m not in this attic anymore. I’m not even on the planet. I come first and as soon as I do, he does as well. I feel him come inside me as I ride my own orgasm out. It feels like we’re both coming down from the same high.

We fuck at least three more times that night, all as good as the first time. It fills me with an overwhelming sense of being enough for someone. It’s foreign, but when I leave the next morning, it stays with me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t7d5y2/the_best_sex_i_had_during_my_wild_and_crazy_phase