During one year of college, I started “dating” a police officer. And by dating…I mean he would come to my apartment, fuck me, and leave. Maybe he took me to dinner once in a blue moon. He was such an asshole, treated me poorly, but God if the sex wasn’t amazing. I think that’s where I developed my handcuff fetish because I don’t remember having one before him
We were completely toxic for each other. Wed argue all the time and do things to purposefully piss each other off, but I think it just helped make the sex that much more intense. He absolutely hated that I would flirt with other guys when I would go out with my friends, he hated that I still had tinder, hated me sending nudes on Snap. In a very cliche move for a cop, he loved thinking he could try and control me, or punish me when I didn’t do what I wanted. We would constantly fight about this and “break up” only for us to have crazy wild sex the same night and do it all over again in a few days.