My boyfriend had the fucking nerdiest birthday request [FM]

Men are so weird.

I’m a big birthday person and kind of have a rule about birthday sex. My soft limits tend to go out the door for that one magical day.

I’ve gotten some weird requests when I explain this rule. I’ve dressed as cheerleader (that was awkward), worn a toy in public, and have been asked to do anal many times (that ones a popular one).

I didn’t see this one coming.

My ex was really into rough sex so when I presented this to him, I was expecting some kind of debauchery. He thought about it for a few days and then told me he knew what he wanted, but couldn’t quite spit it out.

“I’m afraid you’re going to make fun of me.”

“Bro, I’ve been asked very weird things when I’ve put this out. Whatever it is, I won’t judge.”

“Ok… I had this fantasy for a long time, but it’s a very, very nerdy fantasy.”

“Am I dressing up as Gandalf?”

“No it’s just… you know that video game I play? Where all my friends are online?”

My ex destroyed “my” shirt [FM]

*Tis I, Viola’s conscience, asking you to please have rough sex responsibly and establish a safe word or signal beforehand. Just a reminder that all parties were very experienced in this kind of sex and fully consented.*

He was a sweet man. I never had really strong feelings for him, but we had good sex. We ultimately broke up because we were long distance, but he visited my city about a year after our breakup and we had a moment.

We were invited to the same party completely at random. The host went to introduce us and my ex started laughing. “Oh I know, V.”

The host looked in between us. “Oh yeah, y’all went to the same law school.”

“We kind of dated,” I explained.

Eventually we ended up in our host’s basements so we could “talk.” It’s not that we had ended on bad terms, but we had ended pretty suddenly and stopped talking because we were in different cities. We were both a little hurt.

We talked for a long time about our breakup, and then our relationship generally, and finally sex. We really liked that topic.

The sweetest girl I ever dated [FF]

*Upon reflection, I’m kind of glad we never worked out or I probably would have married this girl. She was the whole package, but I’m glad I ended up with my husband.*

I met a girl ironically through a dude I used to fuck when I went to visit him. I asked if she was bi when I met her and he told me he doubted it. Later he mentioned it in passing to her and it turns out she was actually quite curious. She dated a woman shortly after and then reached out to me.

Good lord, she was smart. She intimidated me, but was so humble and unassuming I’m not sure she even noticed how much more brilliant she was than me. She was in this writing program and wrote these beautiful poems that were so emotional I felt them in my damn bones.

She also wrote me erotic stories.

Y’all can actually all thank her for this account because I started writing erotic stories when I was with her. We’d write pages and pages of what we wanted to do to each other. I was once in the library when I got one of her stories and had to run to the bathroom to get myself off.

When we laughed so hard we couldn’t fuck [FM]

Yeah fuck it, this story is about my husband. Sometimes I call him my boyfriend or ex when I write about him, but I like this one too much to change his identity.

My husband once told me about the song “Do They Know It’s Christmas?” and I didn’t believe it was real when he put it on. I 100% thought it was satire until he pulled up the Wikipedia page for it and showed me that it was sadly not a joke.

I then proceeded to listen to it ten times as I tried to wrap my head about the fact that hundreds of people heard this song and STILL decided it should be out in the world.

HOURS later when we were eating dinner I looked up and said, “Bono agreed to it, Babe. It had Bono!”

“Viola, you have to let this go.”

When we were brushing our teeth I looked over and said, “It DOES snow in Africa! It’s a huge fucking continent with mountain ranges. “

“You’re STILL thinking about this?”

My husband is oblivious as to why he randomly gets head when we go out [MF]

I have a jealousy kink. In my youth this was somewhat unhealthy, but as I’ve gotten older I’ve found a fun way to channel it…

My husband is more attractive than me. I don’t write that because I’m insecure but rather because I’m so secure I don’t give a fuck.

Plus, I won.

He’s not totally unaware to how attractive he is, but he’s just generally a humble and unassuming dude. He gets hit on a lot though. It’s almost constant if I’m not directly beside him.

So this magical pattern happens when we go out: (1) I generally leave him to go talk to folks because I’m a little too outgoing, (2) a woman WILL start hitting on him while he believes he is making a new friend, (3) I will revel in delicious jealousy, (4) he will call me over to meet his super cool new friend, (5) I will see her face fall, and (6) I will fuck him silly at the end of the evening.

When I got safeworded [FM]

I rarely write about times I had to use safe words, even though I assure you they are used freely and without hesitation. If I don’t like something, my partner will know.

I don’t write about them because I like to write about stories I find sexy so I usually cut those parts out of scenes. There are a lot of things I choose to share, but some things make sense to naturally hold back on because it’s not necessary to the story.

This one seems important to write, even if I have gone back and forth about posting

One day a minor traumatic thing happened to me at work. This was before I went to therapy and bottled shit up, so I quickly put it into a box and shut down like the emotionally stunted pro I was.

The issue is my partner could read me really well.

*Fun fact: I’ve never had good rough sex with someone where we didn’t bond really, really hard. Even if we didn’t fall in love, we fell into something else because it takes a lot to reach that level of trust.*

I once gave my boyfriend road head to shut him up [MF]

I hate this mother fucker. I hate even more that I have so many great sex stories with him. We were many things, and I suppose passionate is one of them.

Once we were visiting a National park and I happened to leave my laptop open.

*Can we pause for a moment and discuss how weird it is that he regularly went through my phone and laptop?*

He saw a chat from my ex and flipped fucking shit. I was thoroughly confused.

“We were literally talking about the stock market. You can read our entire conversation. Why are you mad?” I asked.

“You’re talking to a guy you used to fuck.”

“So? You don’t talk to your exes?”

“Never.”

“That’s… weird.”

Then I made the mistake of implying WHEN not IF he became my ex I would still talk to him. That set him off.

The speech [MF]

*This story makes me a little sad but whatever. There are a couple people in my past I rarely post about…. This guy is one of them because it hurts.*

I’ve written briefly about dating this dude who had been obsessed with me for a year. I am not being conceded when I say this. He would agree. At times it got to unhealthy levels on his end, but he was always incredibly respectful to me in person. We hooked up after I found a photo album on his phone with photos from my social media. He admitted he jerked off to them and then we kind of started talking and would occasionally hook up after that.

He was a frat boy and fit a lot of stereotypes, including the fact that he always seemed to have girls around. I didn’t hold it against him, I just didn’t think we were that serious and I greatly underestimated how much he liked me.

When I convinced my boyfriend to fuck me next to my best friend [MF]

What do you get when a crew of young, educated people all meet in a city that’s notorious for being open minded and liberated? A cool group of humans.

I’m obsessed with my friends. They’re sincerely wonderful people.

They’re also a bit sexual. I know y’all must find this shocking.

Once a group of us went on vacation and things got a little weird. We had this awesome Airbnb with a hot tub and pool. It was hard to get to, but it was beautiful and very remote… maybe a little too remote.

I’m going to chalk this up to tequila, but we had a little more fun than usual.

Were we ever all going to fuck? Unlikely. However, there’s a special kind of sexual energy with 6 hot people swimming together and taking shots.

With my boyfriend’s permission, I make out with my best friend. She is tragically straight, but super hot. We’ve made out many times, but not quite like this.

So not to get into too much detail about the ongoings of that evening, but nothing terribly crazy happens. I’d like to say it ended in an amazing group sex marathon, but the truth is we all got too drunk and eventually passed out.

Convincing my boyfriend to fuck me with his ex in the next room [FM]

*Yes, I am a petty bitch.*

I am on weirdly good terms with the bulk of my exes. I had hooked up with like 20% of my wedding party.

My secret? I don’t think of them as exes. If they’re my friends, I treat them as I would any other friend, meaning I want them to get laid and support their new relationships.

I don’t cut people off completely if feelings are still lingering, but I keep them at arms length until we can fully make the transition. Sometimes that never happens.

*So like… if my ex would get weird being around my new boyfriend, we’re not ready to be friends. That’s generally my standard.*

Anyway, I started dating a guy who was also friends with his exes, and I loved it. I took it as a sign of maturity.

On our fifth date he was like “Ok, I have to tell you, my ex girlfriend is staying on my couch. She’s friends with my roommate and he invited her until her new place is set up.”