[FF] I think my GF lowkey hate-fucked me

Full disclosure: My GF and I have been in a great relationship for over nearly five years now, by far the healthiest and most fulfilling relationship I’ve ever been in. However, our sex life has always been our highest point of tension. We are on completely different rhythms (as in, when my libido is down, hers is at its peak, and vice versa) and she doesn’t share most of my kinks. In the past, she was also somewhat bothered by my ambiguous sexuality. All that pales in face of the fact that she believes I cheated on her last spring. While I was never unfaithful, I did flirt a lot with someone back then (topic for another time) and she never quite believed that nothing else happened. Regardless, let’s just say it put a hell of a damper on our sexual intimacy.

For a general picture, I’m a 163 cm and 59 kg (that’s roughly 5’4″ and 130 lbs) athletic mid-short haired redhead. My girlfriend, a lithe 175 cm and 64 kg (~5’9″, 141 lbs) blonde with gorgeous long hair. Though she is taller, I’ve always assumed a more dominant role in our sex life. Important detail, my girlfriend is usually very romantic, she usually prefers long passionate sex (I like it too, mind you), and she’s one of those person that firmly believes kissing is more intimate than actual sex.

I mostly work from home (I have an office, but I’m allowed to do remote work) and I have a huge thing for long-lasting arousal and edging, so I often find myself “multi-tasking”. Lately, I’ve been having issues getting off and couldn’t bring myself to orgasm at all this week. Yesterday, as she was reading in bed and I was getting ready to sleep, I figured I might as well share my troubles. When I told her about my issues, I semi-expected another soul-baring emotional conversation about our intimacy problems, the root causes of our situation, and a rehash of the conversation we already had a dozen times.

Instead, she closed her book, looked at me, and gave me the same motherly half-smile she does whenever I feel overwhelmed with work or life in general and she comes to my rescue (I have no problem admitting she has a much better grasp on reality and “adult” matters than I do, and she’s very motherly about those things). Then she just leaned towards me and, without a word, she slipped her hand in my underwear and started rubbing around my lips and my clit.

Awkwardness of being looked at like a wounded puppy aside, I was immediately turned on. She’s rarely so direct, but I thought to myself “*I guess she just want to give me a hand?*” (pardon the pun). So I’m laying on the bed while she’s just above me, methodically sliding a finger between my lips and playing with my clit, progressively applying more pressure and rubbing more vigorously, until my heavy breathing turned into a soft agitated moan as I came. After climaxing, I was pretty relaxed, but her just standing there looking at me felt like something was off.

I was thinking of saying something cringy like “thank you”, but before I could say anything, she got on her knees, pulled my panties right off and effortlessly pushed two fingers inside me. She placed her hand on my lower abdomen and applied pressure as her fingers were very intensely stimulating my g-spot, her thumb occasionally brushing against my still very sensitive clit. I don’t know whether it’s the fact that I was still coming down from my previous orgasm or her sudden out-of-character roughness, but I had a second, very intense orgasm in record time.

Without giving me so much time as to catch my breath or understand where she was coming from, she authoritatively said “*Flip over.*” Partly taken aback by her behaviour and partly brain-dead from that orgasm, I promptly obeyed and rolled over on my stomach, while she reached in the bedside drawer where we keep our toys. Barely a few seconds later, she’s pulling my ass up and pressing our little rabbit ears vibe against my clit, before pushing her fingers inside me again, his time with her thumb massaging my butthole from time to time. At this point I’m entirely overwhelmed. My face is pressed in the sheets, my body is barely answering me, and I’m not moaning so much I can’t even form words. I’m not exactly sure how long this part lasted, it was kind of a blur. I remember begging and laboriously telling her I couldn’t take it anymore, and I remember she kept going for some time after that (she may have told me to shut up, but in all honesty, I’m not sure if I that came from her or from inside me).

As I regained my bearings, I was absolute out of breath. I’m thinking to myself “*What just happened?*”. My girlfriend just put the vibe back in the drawer, took off her glasses to put them on the table, and turned off the lamp. She leaned toward me and kind of pat my hair, kissed my head and said “*Good night.*”, then she rolled over to her side and just fell asleep.

And I’m laying there, in my mess of drool and fluid, utterly drained. That’s when it sort of dawned on me.

She did not kiss me once during all that time.

She didn’t even take off her glasses (note: that never happened).

We didn’t have sex.

She fucked me. Hard.

And it wasn’t innocent either, she knows I pick up on those details.

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I woke up today with a weird after taste. A mix of bewilderment and confusion, yet still incredibly turned on.

I’m not sure what to make of this.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ahetis/ff_i_think_my_gf_lowkey_hatefucked_me