This was getting so long, I had to break it into parts. No dirty stuff yet, but my hope is that it won’t be disappointing. Up front, my writing style tends to be based on build up and development, but while this story has a slow burn at first, it keeps escalating up a cliff until it dives off the edge head first. Mostly in a good way. No judgement if this story is not your style.
My former fiancé and I broke up years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match. r/gonewildstories has been on my regular reading list for a long time, and I can’t really help but want to contribute to some of the great content, both educational and stimulating.
In short, I went from a virgin one week, to a dom getting bitten, scratched, and begged for sex the next.
I want to start by saying the important fact that plenty of people get into kink and bdsm just in the normal course of their lives. My experience absolutely is not typical and should not be taken as reinforcement of the stereotype that kink origins are exclusively linked to trauma.