(Warning: very long story. For those who want to skip the background and/or lead-up, medium-sexy stuff starts at / / / / /, actual sex starts at +++++. Honestly though, the story’s a lot more fun in context.)
Of all the people I’ve dated, Kelly was decidedly the strangest. This absolutely brilliant, blonde scientist who embodied “slim thicc” was sweet and demure in public, usually dressed in jeans and a cute sweater in cooler weather and a sundress in warmer months. Very much your wholesome girl next door vibe, but that was decidedly inaccurate behind closed doors. Or beyond them in this one case, I suppose. When I introduced her to friends they’d always comment about how wholesome and gentle she was, and they weren’t wrong. It was just a very incomplete story.
In private, I’ve only known a tiny number of people kinkier – and even then only because my best friend is super into that scene and I’ve met some of their friends. 😂 I’ve certainly never dated anyone else on Kelly’s level. In retrospect some of it was so far outside my comfort zone that a couple occasions are memories I try to block out, but it was always consensual even if there was occasionally more pressure placed on me to acquiesce than there ought to have been. But most of it was fun, or at least benign albeit strange – like wanting me to call her “kitten” while we were having sex.