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My husband might be Pavlov-ing me [FM]

*I’ve been on a kick writing about my husband recently. I actually often do but I usually just call him my ex. However, it’s his birthday this week so we’ve been fucking like rabbits so I’m feeling inspired.*

*I’m not even sure I believe this theory, but there is a noticeable pattern here whether he’s conscious of it or not.*

My husband is much cleaner than me. I’m not a slob or anything. My apartment was almost always clean when I lived alone, but clutter doesn’t bother me much and he’s more compulsive about it.

*He also cooks… but I get real kinky so the relationship is balanced.*

Anyway, he goes down on me semi-regularly. I enjoy giving head more than receiving so it’s not totally 50/50 but that’s more by my own design. Obviously I’m a fan when he does though.

A few months ago I did the dishes and noticed mold in our sink so I scrubbed it out. I was bored and went ahead and bleached the counters.

My husband flipped shit. He took one look at the kitchen and and was like, “It looks so good!” Read more »

The pros and cons of fucking when you’re high [FM]

My last post was about how my husband and I had weird sloppy sex when we were drunk. Now it’s time to discuss sex on our actual drug of choice.

My husband and I don’t normally fuck when we’re high. I get a little giggly and he gets introspective. We occasionally feel ambitious and decide to break this rule.

It rarely goes totally smooth.

Last time I pulled him into our bedroom I flung him on top of me and we started making out. I pulled away looked him in the eye and went on a very weird rant…

“Babe, there was a gorilla named Jambo. In the 80s a kid fell into his cage and he comforted the kid and kept all the other gorillas away until the little boy woke up. Then he walked away so the zookeepers could grab him. The only difference between him and Harambe is that everyone remained calm in Jambo’s case so the gorilla didn’t flip out.”

My husband blinked at me. “Viola… What?”

“Harambe didn’t have to die!”

“Harambe was like 7 years ago, V. What?” Read more »

I’m not a quitter when it comes to my husband’s dick [MF]

I have no doubt that Beyoncé has great drunken love, but I’ve found it gets a little messy with us mortals.

My husband and I have officially reached the age where we can’t have four drinks without getting sloppy and hungover the next day. However, when I got my agent and my husband had a very big win at work, we decided we were long overdue for a margarita toast.

We did have a margarita. Then another. When the owner of our favorite restaurant saw us she then sent us a free round of drinks, so naturally we had two more.

You see where I’m going with this.

On the walk home I did the thing all young couples in love do: I spanked him and then ran down the block. He laughed and started chasing me, despite our tequila fueled sloppiness, a race ensues.

We’re both training for a marathon right now which means at some point muscle memory kicks in and makes this challenging. We ran the entire block home and giggled the whole way. Folks were staring at us like we were insane, and we kind of are. Read more »

The not-so-happy end of my threesome [MMF]

*Once upon a time I posted and then quickly deleted this. Considering one of these men wrote about our sex life in his dissertation and the other recently wrote a memoir I played a role in, enjoy…*

I had a threesome with two dudes and it was fun. After it happened, both of them worried a little too much about my feelings.

In the end theyre the ones who got a little weird.

I once came home from work to find my boyfriend belligerently drunk. This wasn’t a huge surprise as his best friend was about to leave us the following day and he wasn’t good with feelings.

*Also, the three of us had been hooking up all week.*

After a huge fight ensued, his best friend and I managed to put him to bed.

“Come here,” he said. I

“I’m not going to bed at 8:00pm,” I answered as I tucked him in.

“I didn’t mean you, you presumptuous ass.”

“Go to bed, damn it!” His best friend said.

We left him like that. Read more »

It actually ended when we didn’t kiss [FM]

*Yes, my husband knows every part of this story. It’s not exactly a fairytale ending to this saga, but life is long and often strange.*

Alright. I’m going to answer the question I’ve gotten so many times. I’ve often written about this same guy who I had good sex with because our stories were vast and epic. I inevitably get asked in each post why we didn’t work out if we cared about each other so deeply and were physically compatible.

Because we were BAD for each other on every other level.

*This is a sex story, but it’s probably not the one you’re envisioning. Skip to the end if you don’t want to read a small novel.*

Please keep in mind that when you read stories about my best friend, you’re reading about the one part of our relationship that consistently worked. This is the paradox of Viola- y’all get dropped into fantastic scenes without context and taken out when I decide it’s time to end the story. I don’t have to be fair to the narrative or whole in my depiction.

*But let me try to paint a better picture…* Read more »

Our bender [FM]

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.

My secret to a better sex life not enough folks talk about [F]

*This is going to be one of my more radically odd posts I might delete later. Feel free to skip this and go read about me getting spanked if this isn’t your thing. I promise I have plenty of stories that don’t get deep.*

*I’ve really struggled with how to post this because it’s pretty fucking personal and a little odd for GWS. Plus, every time I post about how much I like myself I get a slew of hateful messages from folks who come to this sub to fulfill something they’re not going to get from my account.*

*You know what though? It’s important. You can’t isolate sex from other aspects of physical and mental health, and this is the single most important component for my sex life.*

*It’s my account and I’ll write what I want to, damn it.*

My sex life got better when I decided I loved my body. Read more »

Steroids gave my boyfriend a weird kink [FM]

*I don’t mean to sound preachy on this btw. If you do steroids, I get it. Lord knows I’ve put far worse things into my body. They were just a HUGE point of tension between my boyfriend and me.*

I’m just going to say this now: steroids are the worst. Granted, I’m not really into muscles anyway, but even if that wasn’t the case, at what cost, bros?

I would MUCH rather fuck a skinny nerd without shrunken testicles.

My disdain for steroids comes from my ex who thought it was a good idea to cycle with his frat brothers so they would all roid TF out together. I’d be at their house and randomly one of them would start crying and then they’d break furniture for no fucking reason.

My boyfriend would get into fights CONSTANTLY when we went out and it stressed me TF out. I could not take him anywhere when he was on a cycle without him finding a way to punch somebody.

*I think this is where my hatred of men who fight comes from.* Read more »