I don’t know if I believe in any one creed of relationship dynamics. I have a very specific reason for why I’m inclined to say opposites attract, or at the very least work well together. My husband is nothing like me. He’s stable, clean, cooks, and is eternally humble considering he’s hot AF and is professionally successful.
Meanwhile, I’m a loose cannon with a superiority complex and a sex addiction.
The reason we work well together is because I’m a fucking compulsive, happy fairy, and he reigns me into reality and makes sure I eat between adventures.
*Also, I fuck him silly and he thinks I’m a damn sexual goddess in bed because, according to him, I will “basically do whatever he wants” with enthusiasm.*
The reason why I sought this personality is because I have been with people who are closer to my temperament. It’s always a fun time for a while but it leads to… problems.
This is a story about one of those problems.
We both had Mental health issues we refused to address. When that happens compulsions are inevitable. We both had our unhealthy outlets we used to get through it.
Our real drug of choice? Sex.
Because we had good sex. Great sex. Mind blowing sex. We pushed each other to weird edges and sometimes hated each other for it. Other times it was all we had. He got to be in control and I got to disengage. Either way, it was an animalistic instinct that provided a great release for a while.
Eventually, it got too complicated and we became best friends instead. We didn’t fuck each other anymore for years.
Until our slip up.
He had just gotten cheated on (don’t feel too bad for him- he cheated on everyone he ever dated constantly) so we broke our two year platonic streak.
The thing is, once you slip up once, it’s impossible to keep your head. When we fell, we fell HARD.
He was in an emotional crisis and we had just driven three hours to the middle of nowhere. We fucked in his car and then I told him we should get a hotel room.
“Can we fuck again first?” He asked.
“I need a bed.”
“Fine.”
We pulled into the first place we saw and it was actually pretty nice. I don’t even remember how much the room was. He was so grumpy he threw down a credit card and pulled me into the elevator.
He turned me so I was facing the wall and spanked me once.
“There are security cameras here,” I gasped.
“Good. Everyone can see what you’ll let me do to you.”
He wasn’t ok. It has been an hour and he needed it. I turned to face him and understood. “The moment we get into the room you can use me to get off.”
“Damn it.”
“Really. Don’t worry about me. We’re going to fuck a lot. Just do what you want.”
He did.
We weren’t even through the door before he slammed me against the wall and licked my neck to my cheek with my hands pinned above his head. “You’re mine and I can use you however I want.”
“Do you-“
He thew his hand over my mouth. “Don’t speak. I need you to be nothing right now. You’re nothing but mine.”
I nodded and let him throw me onto the bed. He pulled my skirt down quickly and push himself inside me so hard I gasped in pain.
*Reminder: I had fucked this dude many times and safe safe words were in place.*
“If you enjoy this for even a second, I will spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down.”
“Ok.”
He spanked me. “Don’t fucking speak. You’re my toy.”
I didn’t say anything. I let him thrust into me as he pulled my hair and choked me. I suppressed moans even though the biological reality is that it felt so good I wanted to die. I stuck the sheets in my mouth and tried to breathe through the build, but I was shaking it felt so good.
Finally, I moaned and he made good on his promise. He spanked me so hard I yelped and tears sprang to my eyes.
“How did that feel you little whore?”
“It hurt.”
“Good. Remember that because this is for me and not for you.”
That did it. He came inside of me as he pulled my hair and spanked me again. We collapsed and laid there for a while.
“You’ve gotten better at controlling it.”
“When I climax? Yeah. I fucked a dude who was into it for a while. It’s a skill I’ve learned with age.”
“Was he better in bed than me?”
I stared at him. “Do we really want to play that game?”
“Yes.”
“You’re the best sex I’ve ever had. I don’t want to know where I rank so don’t tell me.”
“I think you’d like the answer.”
“I don’t like to think of you with other people.”
“Why? You never get jealous. It’s actually one of the weirdest things about you. You don’t care.”
“I care and I do get jealous. But… it’s just the amount of partners you’ve had. I’m afraid to know your number.”
He stopped for a minute. “That bothers you?”
“Yes.”
“My numbers not THAT high.”
“Seriously don’t tell me. I’m not kidding. I just think you have a problem and it makes me sad because I enable it.”
“I have a lot of problems, V. You’re not one of them.”
“Can you fuck again? I have to get off soon.”
“You’re not getting off for a long time. You’re going to work hard and beg for it.”
“We don’t do that anymore. I’m not your sub.”
“You’ll be anything I want you to be.”
“Doubtful.”
He smiled then and ran a hand down my body. I shuddered when he touched me. “Safeword me,” he dared.
I didn’t. He flipped me on all fours and started playing with me. He put his fingers in my mouth and shoved them down my throat until I gagged. He pinched my nipple so hard I had to bang the headboard. Then he stuck his fingers in and out of me so slowly and watched me struggle under him.
“Tell me you don’t want me.” He grabbed my ass tightly and kissed down my back. “Safeword me. Stop me now.”
“Please fuck me,” I whispered.
“What was that?”
“Please fuck me.”
“No.”
“Seriously. I can’t take it.”
“I know. You’re so wet it’s pathetic.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to suffer.”
I stood up then and started going to the bathroom without looking back at him. “We don’t do this anymore. I’m going to get myself off in the bathroom.”
“Stop,” he yelled. “I’ll fuck you.”
“Really?”
“No withholding. I just have one condition…”
“Ok, I’ll bite.”
He stood and came to meet me. He put a hand against the wall and pressed himself against me. “No withholding for me either. I’m going to fuck you on every corner of this hotel room. You can come whenever you want but I’m going to fuck you EVERYWHERE.”
“This is somehow worse.”
“Then say no.”
I smiled and he turned me around, bent me over slightly, and fucked me against the wall. He slammed into until I screamed and pushed my head against the wall as I orgasmed.
I was so used to getting punished for orgasming without his permission I swear I cringed slightly and braced myself.
He threw me on the floor and put me on all fours before he kept going. He pulled my hair as he thrust into me.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asked.
“No, I want it harder.”
*Fuck, I loved challenging him.*
He grabbed my hips and slammed into me so hard I started crying.
*Fun fact, his dick was so big that it hurt almost every time we fucked.*
“Fucking hard enough for you?” He asked as he tore into me.
“No.”
He spanked me then and kept going. Every fucking thrust was sending me closer until I started shaking and seeing stars. I was having a hard time getting air because I was screaming.
He noticed.
“Breath V,” he yelled. “If you stop breathing I’m going to stop fucking you.”
I couldn’t speak but I gasped for air as I finally orgasmed and collapsed on the floor. He got himself off and came on my face.
“I want my cum all over you.”
“You always want your cum all over me,” I laughed.
We fucked all night. Seriously all night. Every time one of us wanted to go to sleep the other would initiate and we’d fuck again.
We came dangerously close to breaking our record.
I lost my fucking head. I needed his dick. If he couldn’t get hard, I needed his tongue. When he got too tired I’d get myself off as he watched.
I sucked him off, let him spank me, and let him fuck me in the shower. I let him edge me with the shower head, and I let him bend me over the bathroom counter. He made me watch myself in the mirror while I came.
I scratched his back so much he was bleeding and my ass looked like a war zone. I had cum fucking everywhere.
We couldn’t stop.
We passed out at 4:00 and he woke me up at 6:00 to fuck me again. We ordered room service and couldn’t even get through the damn meal before I threw myself at him and let him fuck me on the table, letting food spill all over us.
We broke things.
We broke a lamp when he was throwing me on the bed. We broke a weird soap dish thing. We tore down the blinds when he was fucking me against the window.
The only time he left the room that morning was to grab ice from the hall so he could pour it on me as we fucked. He liked watching me in pain when I orgasmed.
“What time is checkout?” I finally asked. We were lying on the floor panting.
“I’ll go down and pay for another night.”
“We can’t. I have to get back. I have a flight tonight.”
“Change it.”
“I can’t.”
“I can’t leave yet.”
I changed my flight and he paid for another night. He made me bend over the bed naked while we went down to the lobby and then fucked me like that when he got back.
We did have to take breaks but we’d do things like watch porn or sexual movies generally.
*Pro tip: if you ever want to get someone horny watch Sex & Lucia. I promise you will want to fuck after seeing that movie. It’s my weapon of choice.*
I fell asleep once and woke up to him jerking off above me. He came on my breasts and then collapsed beside me.
“How long can we keep this up?” I moaned. I was fucking exhausted.
“I don’t know. I’m fairly certain I cannot come again.”
“What if we did anal?”
He slapped my ass once. “I’m not fucking you in the ass without lube.”
“We can improvise. We have shampoo.”
He started laughing. “Oh my god. I once got fucked in the ass with shampoo and it burned like fucking hell.”
*Oh yeah, he fucked men sometimes.*
He continued. “It’s kind of hot you offered though. Try that again in half an hour and maybe I can get hard again.”
“You want to tir me up and make me watch porn until you’re ready to fuck again?”
He started laughing. “I want to spoon you while we take a nap.”
“You’re so vanilla. At least go down on me.”
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“I’m trying to fuck you.”
He went down on me. This time I cried because my clit was so sore. Finally, we passed out.
We woke up at dinner time and were both starving.
“Let’s just order more room service,” he said.
“We have to get out of this room.”
“Why?”
“Because I think we’re technically on a bender. We’ve reached that territory.”
“You think a restaurant is going to save you from getting fucked more?”
I sighed. “Honestly? I’m getting a little scared by us right now.”
“We can stop at anytime, V.”
“Can we?”
We went to dinner. On our way out a very concerned concierge pulled me aside and asked if I was ok. Apparently, there were several noise complaints and I didn’t exactly look my best. I was pretty fucking bruised, but I assured him I was fine.
“What was that about?” He asked when I finally met him at his car.
“The concierge thinks you’re abusing me.”
He laughed because this had actually been a common problem in our relationship. I’m fairly certain my family still hates him because they were concerned about my injuries.
I gave him road head on the way to the nearest diner and honestly welcomed the calories when I swallowed his cum.
We ordered literally everything on the menu. Everything. As it turns out we were both starving but had been so distracted we had basically ignored basic human needs for 24 hours.
“You scare me,” I finally said between bites.
“You know you can always say no, right? You’ve never been shy about safe words.”
“No, I mean you scare me. The two of us scare me. It’s been two years without it and one slip up and we can’t stop.”
“This doesn’t change anything. It’s like a vacation from our platonic friendship and then we can go back.”
*It didn’t quite work like that.*
“I’m glad to hear this means so little to you.”
We talked a long time then. He was my best friend and I couldn’t lose him. I was always scared of that. I started crying halfway through the meal but continued to shovel food in my mouth because I was literally shaking from a lack of energy.
“Can we go back to our room of depravity now?” He asked when we were finally done.
“Actually, I think we should grab alcohol and get drunk.”
He looked sad because he knew what that meant. He wouldn’t fuck me if we were drunk because apparently I don’t know my limits when I drink.
*Yes… I broke my nose once during sex. That was a bitch.*
This sounds sad but it wasn’t. We drank whiskey from plastic cups and watched stupid movies. We laughed about how weird we got in bed and reminisced about how much we used to push each other. We finally passed out without fucking again.
He drove me to catch my flight the next day. We didn’t say a word to each other and I turned my head when he tried to kiss me goodbye.
We never talked about it again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vgt5jc/our_bender_fm
You mentioned on twitter that this story hurts, and presumably others too.
I’ve got to ask, what is the motivation for putting yourself through that for a bunch of anonymous people to get off to it?
O.O
Yup that was a wild adventure. Reading about that brought up some weird feelings for sure. Difficult to articulate my feelings after reading that lmao. That was fine work conference reading material
Thanks for another great story V. Crazy ass stories like this are the reason why I follow you LOL
you’ve so many stories with this guy and i don’t think you ever wrote about how you were able to walk away from it forever. i don’t think i could without really bottoming out as a functioning member of society.
Ngl you had us in the first half. Really thought this was gonna be a husband story. But this works too!
I did say was gonna reference this someday. So welp here goes….
*cracks fingers*
> This is a story about one of those problems.
“Tale as old as time.”
> We both had Mental health issues we refused to address.
“True as it can be.”
> Eventually, it got too complicated and we became best friends instead.
“Barely even friends.”
> Until our slip up.
“Then somebody bends, unexpectedly.”
> He had just gotten cheated on (don’t feel too bad for him- he cheated on everyone he ever dated constantly) so we broke our two year platonic streak.
“Just a little change.”
> The thing is, once you slip up once, it’s impossible to keep your head.
“Small to say the least.”
> He was in an emotional crisis and we had just driven three hours to the middle of nowhere.
“Both a little scared.”
> We fucked in his car and then I told him we should get a hotel room.
“Neither one prepared.”
> He wasn’t ok. It has been an hour and he needed it. I turned to face him and understood.
“Beauty and the Beast.”
> “Really. Don’t worry about me. We’re going to fuck a lot. Just do what you want.”
“Ever just the same.”
> “Do you-“
“Ever a surprise.”
> *Reminder: I had fucked this dude many times and safe safe words were in place.*
“Ever as before and ever just as sure as the sun wil rise.”
> Finally, I moaned and he made good on his promise.
*(Oh, oh, oh)*
> “Good. Remember that because this is for me and not for you.”
“Ever just the same.”
> “You’ve gotten better at controlling it.”
“Ever a surprise.”
> “When I climax? Yeah. I fucked a dude who was into it for a while. It’s a skill I’ve learned with age.”
“Ever as before.”
> I stared at him. “Do we really want to play that game?”
“Ever just as sure. As the sun will rise.”
> “Yes.”
*(Oh, oh, oh)*
> “I have a lot of problems, V. You’re not one of them.”
“Tale as old as time.”
> “Can you fuck again? I have to get off soon.”
“Tune as old as song.”
> “You’re not getting off for a long time. You’re going to work hard and beg for it.”
“Bittersweet and strange.”
> “We don’t do that anymore. I’m not your sub.”
“Finding you can change”
> “Doubtful.”
“Learning you were wrong.”
> “Seriously. I can’t take it.”
“Certain as the sun.”
> “Really?”
“Certain as the sun.”
> He stood and came to meet me. He put a hand against the wall and pressed himself against me.
“Rising in the east.”
> I was so used to getting punished for orgasming without his permission I swear I cringed slightly and braced myself.
“Tale as old as time.”
> *Fuck, I loved challenging him.*
“Song as old as rhyme.”
> *Fun fact, his dick was so big that it hurt almost every time we fucked.*
“Beauty and the Beast.”
> We went to dinner. On our way out a very concerned concierge pulled me aside and asked if I was ok. Apparently, there were several noise complaints and I didn’t exactly look my best. I was pretty fucking bruised, but I assured him I was fine.
“Be our guest, be our guest, put out service to the test!” *bit of a breather lol*
> “No, I mean you scare me. The two of us scare me. It’s been two years without it and one slip up and we can’t stop.”
“Tale as old as time….”
> We talked a long time then. He was my best friend and I couldn’t lose him. I was always scared of that. I started crying halfway through the meal but continued to shovel food in my mouth because I was literally shaking from a lack of energy.
“Song as old as ryhme…..”
> This sounds sad but it wasn’t. We drank whiskey from plastic cups and watched stupid movies. We laughed about how weird we got in bed and reminisced about how much we used to push each other. We finally passed out without fucking again.
*Beauty and the Beast*
I. MIGHT. REGRET. SOME. THINGS.
Bless you Ms. V! You go through the wringer just to share your stories with us! Hope you have a lot of cuddles and ice cream, cheers to you Ms. V!
Wild. Exquisite. Melancholy.
I’m not sure more words would add anything significant to this comment. The mood of the story got quite a bit darker than I anticipated at the start, yet you still made it seem wistful.
I do have to say, the fascination with your pain while orgasming is a bit extreme for my tastes, but that is definitely part of what makes this story interesting to behold.
I need to ask, is the big paragraph spacing a style choice? Because I’m going to go ahead and say that I don’t like it at all. It’d work well for a text with longer paragraphs, but yours are two lines long, and when more than half the screen is empty space, readability takes a huge blow.
I say this with every wish to be constructive, and I know you don’t want criticism over here, but it’s a big enough thing to warrant it IMO. Sorry if it’s an annoyance, feel completely free to ignore me if so you wish xD
It’s late so I won’t read the story now, but I’ll save it for tomorrow morning. Keep slaying ;)
(Just in case, ETA that my reading the story is not conditional on you fixing it or anything like that, I’mma read it anyways, but when I have the brainpower to take in a whole story. Also I can easily edit it to the spacing of my liking. But since others may not have it as easy, I thought it’d be important for you to know that.)
Honestly I can kinda feel the hurt you have talking about him. It really sucks that y’all had so many issues outside of what you’ve shown about him.
I struggle a lot with the sort of thing you two had to do cause no matter how *bad* things get between me and someone else my brain always fixates on whatever good moments we had with that person and says “but you’ll be losing this” and I have to then remember all the other shitty baggage I’d have to put up with just for a chance to get the good moments. Idk if you deal with that at all but I’m glad you’ve made it where you’re at. You’re very clearly better for it 💙