I had been seeing my now boyfriend casually for about a year, and told him that I was fucking other guys too. We had a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy while we were being casual, although I would notice that he’d always get hard when the topic of me with other guys came up at all. Although he didn’t know it, I would sometimes come straight from another guys house, smelling like him and having been stretched out by him the hour prior.
We decided that we wanted to try dating, and I cut things off with the others (about three at the time)…. except for one.
He was an older lawyer that knew how to fuck me perfectly. When I would come over, he’d push me against the wall and whisper the things he was about to do to me before picking me up, carrying me to the bed, throwing me on it, and demanding that I take my clothes off. He always started that way, and I’d be dripping wet by the time he got to the bedroom.