[FM] Sex on our anniversary.

I’m a tad bored, so I felt like sharing a story here.

I have been with my current boyfriend for 4 wonderful years, going on 5, and the story I’m about to tell took place on the night of our 4 year anniversary. My initial plan that night was to have home cooked food, smoke a little weed, and have bomb ass sex. But, that didn’t go as planned- and I’m not complaining.

The night is a little fuzzy in my mind, but I’m pretty sure I have these details right or as close as possible. I came over after work and changed into a T-shirt dress to get more comfortable, and asked him if it was okay if I smoked a little bit in his bedroom, as I was a little tired from work, so I wanted to relax a little. Now, initially, we were to cook dinner together, but we ended up with agreeing that he would cook dinner while I smoked in his bedroom (a sweet heart, he is).
He then mentioned if I wanted to try out some Sherbert flavoured vodka that he had (which was delicious). I had never had vodka at all prior to that night, but I was up for it. He mixed the drinks for us both, handed me mine, and I proceeded into his bedroom for my session.
I had already cleared two bowls and drank quite a bit. By the time he entered the room to give me dinner, I was quite cross faded, and had never been before, so I would describe the feeling I had as.. very, very warm.
I feel as though it’s worth mentioning that when I smoke, I get pretty horny and frisky. I’ve been tipsy before, but only on wine, and when I’m tipsy on wine, I feel horny as well. So imagine how I felt when I combined both? Pretty fucking horny. I was ready to push the plate aside and get my pussy devoured instead.

After dinner, I complimented him on a job well done – the food was delicious. Next is where the story gets a little fuzzy, so bear with me. I believe that not too long after dinner, we started making out, and I ended up ontop of him. We moved fast (in my mind at least), and I remember feeling his hand glide up my thighs and back, and him telling me to take my underwear off. I don’t even remember him taking them off me, but I do remember feeling his fingers slide in me, and him telling me, “Fuck, you’re already so wet.”
Then, after some minutes of him finger fucking me, we decided it was time to fuck, and God, I was ready to get my pussy pounded. I can’t recall how it got here, but what I do remember is that my legs were beside him, myself sort of laying on him, and feeling his cock glide in and out of me quickly. I was in a state of euphoria, and in my mind I was telling myself, “Fuck I hope this never ends”.

I remember bouncing myself up and down and slamming myself against him, the feeling of him slapping my ass as I felt our bodies moving together as one, him holding onto my legs as he pounded the shit out me. I believe I came two or three times, and was exhausted by then, as this went on for a little bit. I can’t even remember what happened afterwards, but when I woke up, my thighs were sore and so was my pussy, but in a good way. I opened my eyes to see him beside me, then I remembered what I could about what we’d done hours before. The thought coupled with the soreness in my body made me wet once again.

I still think about that night often, masturbating to it every now and then. It was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, if I’m honest.

I hope this short story was somewhat intriguing to those of you who read it, so thank you for sticking it out until the end. ~ ♡

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7g2ju5/fm_sex_on_our_anniversary