[MF] A novel way to begin a relationship

This is the interesting tale of how my current relationship began. While it’s only been officially been going on a month, it’s unquestionably one the healthiest and sexually satisfying relationships I’ve ever been in.

Bear with me in this story, it’s a slow build. I promise it’ll be good though. It’ll be a long one.

**The characters:**

Me – 34 year old male. Average height. Thick built. Barrel chested. Decent amount of muscle. But some fat. Not in great shape, but not in poor shape either. I’ve been described as rather dashing, but I think they were trying to flatter. All in all I’m a not-unattractive nerdy guy with a great smile and good hair.

EM – 28 year old woman. Slightly taller than me. Often the most attractive woman in the room. Dirty Blonde hair. Curvy without being heavy. Perky D-cup breasts. Long legs. Amazing ass. Just an all around bombshell.

**The Setup:**

Since 2017 I’d been living a poly lifestyle. It had started with an open relationship (which ended early 2017). I’m active in the BDSM community as a switch. I’ve kept a fetlife for quite a while. And did most of my dating through OkCupid and Fetlife.

I matched on OKC with EM in early 2018. It was really exciting because we had a 95% match; She was much more attractive then any woman I’ve ever dated; She struck me as very intelligent (I’m sapiosexual); And most importantly, she messaged me first, which is very rare. While she is very much a monogamous person she was very curious about my poly lifestyle, and open relationships in general.

Her and I hit it off very well. Our conversational chemistry was impressive. However, due to the fact that she lives 50 miles away, is a fulltime student (She’s done this semester), and I work 3rd shift… it took us more than 2 months to finally set up a coffee date. The anticipation was intense.

**The First Date:**

I drove to her town very early in my day (it was 3pm and I normally sleep until 5pm). I was grateful it was a coffee date because my anticipation kept me from sleeping much that morning. She was a half hour late to the date which she later admitted was due to nerves. When she came into the coffee shop I was immediately struck by how much more attractive she was in person vs her pictures. Personality does amazing things.

The plan had been to be there for a couple of hours. But in no time we’d been there for 3 hours. She expressed that she was hungry, and asked if I wanted to go to dinner. We transitioned to a local bar for some drinks and food.

Next thing I know, filled with food and good beer, it’s 10pm… at which time she invites me over to watch a movie we had been discussing. As we’re walking out to the car (we took her car to the bar from the coffee shop) she stopped me and said: “This is an invite to just watch a move, not a netflix and chill innuendo.” I told her I completely understood, which was fine I hadn’t intended anything more (which was true).

At her apartment we lay in her bed (dressed and on the covers) watching the movie. I fell asleep halfway through because I hadn’t slept much that day, and I drank beer. She finished the movie and gently woke me up. I apologised for passing out, she thought it was cute. We hugged and I went home. It was after midnight.

By the time I got home she’d texted me that it was a great time, and she wanted to go out again as soon as we could. Another month went by and we went out one more time.

After the second date, she expressed that she wasn’t going to be able to be comfortable with the idea that I was poly. She knew she would get to jealous, and “maybe it’s better if we just stay friends.” I agreed even though I was crushing very hard.

Several weeks later, after we became friends on Facebook, I saw she was in a relationship. We continued chatting on and off maintaining a distant light friendship. I checked in on her periodically.

**The Intermediate Time**

Over the next year, her and I kept in touch. Mostly surface conversations with a semi-occasional deep conversation.

During this time I continued with my Poly Lifestyle. And through the summer maintained 4 different partnerships counting a DD/lg bdsm primary relationship. However, nearly the end of the summer I was rather depressed and very lonely. Realizing that the multiple partnerships were not very satisfying for me.

I attempted to progress the BDSM relationship to something more serious, but we weren’t matched well for it. By the time fall started I was of the mind that I wanted to seek a monogamous relationship. Something involving a deeper connection. I pulled away from my other partners slowly bringing my poly relationships to a close. And for a time I only maintained the BDSM relationship until such a time that I met someone worth dating. (before anyone asks she was aware that there was a time limit on our play)

A week after deciding this, EM messages me that her and her bf had broken up. Obviously I was excited… but I wasn’t going to just come out and say: “Hey speaking of being single… I’m monogamous now.” Because that would have just come off as super skeezy.

So I waited until the conversation came up naturally, and that took a month. Now, nothing happened after she learned that I was monogamous. She noted the fact but things pretty much stayed were they were. I held onto my crush mostly comfortable in the knowledge that nothing would happen with this amazing woman. I enjoyed being her friend, and loved having her in my life even in such a limited capacity.

**When Everything Changes**

A week after I decide to give up my interest in EM she messages me out of the blue.

EM: “[my name]”

ME: “Yes?”

*very long pause*

EM: “I have a sub. Not like, a sandwich. Like, I’m a Domme now? I have a sub.”

So begins a very sexy conversation where she informs me that she met a older guy (45ish) and she paid her to be his Domme. She had no previous experience with BDSM, nor was she aware before this conversation that I had. He was a service sub, and she was a natural at it. She enjoyed it waaaaay more than she expected she would. It really revved her engine even though it wasn’t remotely a sexual act on her part. (sexual for him, but she was indifferent which added to his enjoyment of her humiliation of him)

Her and I discuss at great length BDSM relationships. And this progressed to her wondering how, after finding this out about herself, it might change her future relationships. She couldn’t imagine any guy being okay with her being a Domme. To which, I expressed that it really is just about the right guy. We talked about how she couldn’t be in a relationship with one of her subs. She was a more dominant woman, but men she could walk all over were not remotely attractive to her.

We were flirting very heavily at this point.

I introduced her to Fetlife. She made a profile and would ask my advice. The first time she had sent me the semi-nude picture she was going to use on there my jaw dropped. It literally left me speechless. Because, you see, for as beautiful as she was… she did NOT dress the part. She was a bombshell in hiding. She had no care for such things. Her amazing figure was hidden by moderately tasteful comfort. But daaaaaaaaaaam is she sexy as hell. I hadn’t gotten a hard-on that fast since high school.

**The Big Conversation**

At this point I explained to her, rather bluntly, that I was very much into her. And not in a casual way. She wasn’t looking for a serious relationship, she said. (My how the roles reversed) We were at an impasse…

**Sexting**

Everything changed one night when she texted me late. She had had a session with her sub that day. Was very amped up, but couldn’t get off. She was very upset about this.

By this point I had resigned to the fact that nothing was going to happen with her. I had tried many times and it had never gone my way. So I just gave her honest advice to deal with her frustrations. But she says that she needs something from me. Okay, I reply, what is it?

Then she sent me a nude picture, unedited, showing significantly more than the one she put on Fetlife. Perfect tits. The exact right amount of golden brown pubic hair. And by far the most delicious looking pussy I’d ever seen in my life.

She said: “I need you to get hard for me”

She proceded to guide me through masturbating for her. Sending me pictures as she goes. Telling me to take pictures of myself as well. She forces me to edge for a solid half hour even though I nearly blew my load right away. I’d never cum on command before that night. It was an intense experience. I highly recommend it.

After that night, things changed. The sexual energy between us gre very intense. We sexted nearly constantly. And then finally arranged for her to come over to my place later the next week.

**The Third Date**

Before she came over this night. I expressed to her my concern that I couldn’t do casual with her. I was way too interested. She suggested we see each other the once and take if from there depending on how that goes.

I think neither of us believed the other one would be as good in bed as we’d boasted.

She was supposed to arrive at 7pm, after she finished a session with her Sub (she wanted to be extra horny).

She was very late. This drove me nuts. Her and I had been pushing each other’s buttons for a week. I literally stopped watching porn because it just didn’t compare to her. I’d never been so horny in my life. By the time she arrived, nearly 2 and a half hours late, it was everything i could do to not tackle her at the door.

She was dressed in a tight sweater and skirt. Looked a little librarian (hot) aside from the stockings and heels.

We chatted for a bit, she was sitting on my bed (Studio apartment, only one room) Finally, I just walked over to her and kissed her… and it was like dam broke loose.

Within moments I had her down to her stockings, garterbelt, and panties. (all of which she told me she bought FOR me specifically) She’s sitting there, leaned back, and I was kissing her inner thigh.

She says, “You know what’s really important about wearing underwear like this?”

“What’s that?”

“You put the panties on last.”

I pulled off the panties and tasted her, and I’ve never tasted a better pussy. I ate her out for who knows how long. I was lost in it. She very nearly came from it. (She told me she’d never had an orgasm outside of masturbation)

Finally, she told me to stop, and lay on the bed. She pulled my pants off and immediately went down on me. Now, she claimed that she would give the best blow job I’d ever had… and she wasn’t the least bit wrong. I’m slightly above average length (which she likes) and above average thickness and she deep throated me. She did this swallowing things with the back of her throat that literally made me lose track of reality. Just as I was about to cum, she stopped.

“Put a condom on,” she said as she laid back. She played with herself as I did.

Her pussy was the perfect fit. As soon as I was fucking her, I realized why she liked my size. Anything larger would have hurt her. We were perfectly matched in how we fit together. And… wow… it was amazing.

While I’m not in bad shape, the pace we were keeping at this point was intense. But, I can never cum with a condom on anyway, so we kept at it for a long while. Finally though, she tells me she wants me in her mouth again.

I lay back and she starts sucking me again. Alternating between her hand, her lips and tongue, and that magical throat thing I still can’t place how she does. She gets me nearly to the breaking point… and stops.

By this point I’m practically delirious. She’s so dripping wet there’s practically a puddle on the bed. I try to put another condom on, but my hands are useless. Then she started playing with my dick again.

She pushed me the edge again and stopped. Then she climbed on top of me, rubbing my dick with her clit, just grinding on me. She did this until I was about to cum, and she stopped. She let me breathe, but then started sucking again.

By the time she did this a couple of times I was very obviously frustrated. I didn’t want to use a condom because I knew I couldn’t get one on in the state I was in. Then, she says: “Do you want to forget the condom?”

“Fuck yes, please.” And she climbed on top again… and I still fit perfectly. It was the greatest feeling possible at that point.

But this sadistic sexy devil woman wasn’t done. I was her play thing.

We fucked for nearly 3 hours. Taking momentary breaks. Neither of us could seem to get off. Even after she FINALLY stopped edging me, I still wasn’t able to. I started getting leg cramps when I was about to cum that stopped it from happening.

3 hours of the most intense hard fucking either of us had ever experienced. Riding the edge of cumming for most of that time. But… after 3 hours we were exhausted.

Neither of us came that night. Finally we conceded that it wasn’t going to happen. We laid in bed for another hour or so, slightly dozing. Finally she had to head home, she had classes in the morning.

We dressed, and I walked her out. I ~~Kissed her~~ *made out with her* goodbye. And before she left I asked her: “Is it safe to say that we’re not going to keep this casual?”

“Yes,” she replied.

We aren’t officially a couple yet, but seeing each other regularly… taking things slow. And no amount of sex we’ve had remotely comes close to that first night. But, we’re both the best sex each other has ever had. She’s an amazing woman. I’m falling for her **hard**.

We haven’t been able to see each other for a few weeks now because of her classes. And, neither of us has been able to get the other one off yet…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2z705/mf_a_novel_way_to_begin_a_relationship