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Half a lifetime ago, I met the man who would eventually become my husband. We were both on the rebound from what we now know to be our penultimate relationships. I may have been happy to leave my highschool boyfriend but not getting laid on the regular was starting to make me… cranky. But I filled my time with hobbies, college and friends. At the same time my friends could see that I and another one of their freshly single friends were pieces of the same puzzle waiting to be pressed into each other. So one night, we were left alone in the house. What house? This was the house where you went if you couldn’t go home because you were too drunk, or too high, or already unconscious.
We decided to keep things low key, and watch a movie on the couch. Feeling a wave of confidence, I leaned over and put some of my body weight onto him. He looked flustered and reached for a throw pillow, covering his lower half. I asked him why he did that and he said, “I’m getting a bit excited because you leaned on me and I don’t want that to weird you out.”
I hadn’t gotten laid in what felt like forever, and I thought his modesty was cute. I said “it’s fine, we’re both adults” and took away the pillow to put more of my body on him. His upper half started off tense but softened with every breath. Then it was my turn to get excited. This tall, muscular, fine ass man was worried about making me feel weird, and I wanted to know why. I looked up at him and slid my hand down his chest, abdomen, and eventually made my way down to his pants. I felt myself start to smile when I felt how fucking hard he was. I was immediately impressed at how big his dick felt. Next thing I knew, I grabbed his hand and said “we can skip this movie. We’ve both already seen it. I have condoms in my pocket if you’re interested” With a look of surprise on his face he smiled, nodded and, I walked him to the bedroom.
We got to the bedroom and I felt like I had something to prove— for you to understand why, you’re going to need a little bit of backstory. My ex-boyfriend, the one I was on the rebound from, was my high school boyfriend. You know the type.
The guy ankara escort who’s your first for everything.
The guy you think you’re going to be with forever.
The guy who makes you realize that you girl, a sex-loving slut.
During the time we were together, this guy made a remarkable imprint on my sexual habits. Being the nerds we were, we used to study sex together and at the end of every month was a cumulative review. In my generic, unassuming high school planner, no one would think that the little tally marks on every day of the month-view spread was used to mark how many times I came in a day. That first month added up to over 130 marks. We looked at those numbers like they were fucking performace statistics– technically they were our fucking performace statistics — and we treated it like a baseline for our sexual activities. We fucked so much I lost 30lbs in 3 months. How did we even do this? Well, he was a self professed pervert. He felt that the only way to happiness was self-acceptance so he leaned into this side of himself, hard. I felt like I was supported to get lost in this side of myself too. He masturbated so much that he never came during sex. So, while we found time every day for me to catch a few orgasms, every weekend was a marathon sex-a-thon. Sessions ran for 1, 2, 3, 4 hours at a time. Sure, I may have just gotten fucked all over the kitchen, but now I’m walking up the stairs which was a perfect time to try things like doggy style, dick riding, and blowjobs. The caveat was that once we started, we never knew how long this particular time was going to go on for. On Sunday afternoon I would go back home, being gentle with my sore muscles and pussy that had been fucked raw.
From the beginning of that relationship, we focused on training me how to deepthroat. It was so effective that I realized my gag reflex finally returned when I turned 30. Because of that, Head is something I *really* enjoy and take a lot of pride in.
I love the feeling of being filled.
I love how wet it makes my pussy.
I love how slippery his dick gets.
I love when my husband face fucks me and I can çankaya escort feel how delicate he’s trying to be until I feel him get carried away and throb while he cums down my throat.
I’m getting carried away…back to this first hookup with said husband.
We go into the room and I feel like I have something to prove since I’m freshly on the rebound. I push him up against a wall and get on my knees. When I pull off his underwear, this huge dick springs up. I can’t help but smile and think “this is going to be fun” I bring the head of his dick to my lips and start focusing on making sure he’s wet enough. I can taste the precum oozing out of him and start deepthroating. It was so much different than the highschool boyfriend, because my ex was curved to the left which meant everything we did with his dick had to adjust to the shape of his dick where as the hubs has a fat head that curves straight up
When my lips hit the base of his dick he grunted, doubled over and said “Oh my god, I’m going to marry you” I politely slide his dick out of my throat and say with a giggle “that’s just the head talking. Be cool.”
He gives me this chuckle which I’ve learned to love because I know what’s going to happen next.
I had never ever been with someone this strong. I’m a pint sized full figured woman with plenty of curves and he’s over six feet tall with the build of a fighter. He pushed me onto the mattress and then dragged me forward and climbed on top of me. He kissed me hard and started playing with my pussy. I’m completely soaked from everything leading up to this moment. From the head, how hot this guy is, the fact that he dragged me across a fucking mattress. My mind swoons as he runs his fingers from my g-spot to my clit, spreading juices everywhere.
He says “wow it feels like she’s ready.” He quickly slides on a condom, takes my pants and panties off of me, picks up my left leg and slides all the way inside of me. It was at this moment that I realized I had never been filled or handled like this before in my life and I’m trying to be really, really cool about it.
This man has his eyes kızılay escort closed while he deep dicks me. Everytime he hits my cervix my brain blanks for a second. I hear him say
“Baby… I haven’t been with someone…who can take it… Can you take it?”
My heart rate picks up. I’m so excited that there’s going to be more! I wrap my legs around him and tell him “Give me all of it. I want to feel you!”
He proceeds to fucks me into the floor. Probably worth mentioning that my friend had a mattress with no box spring. I can feel every spring imprinted on my ass as this man deep dicks me and my eyes roll back. He sees this and he starts sucking and biting on my nipples and I feel like I’m about to lose it, but I compose myself because I realize I want him to pound me from behind so I motion that I want to change positions.
By this point this motherfucker is cocky. Whatever game face I had is gone and he’s only half stroking and putting the tip in. He doesn’t realize that the curve of his dick is melting my brain by rubbing up on my g-spot. I didn’t know it would happen either. He compliments, spanks and wiggles my ass to toy with me further and wants me to say that I want it. The brat in me doesn’t want acquiesce but my pussy Is saying otherwise and I ask him
“please fuck me”
“Say it again”
“Please fuck me”
“A little nicer this time”
This man is a psychological terrorist
“… Please please fuck me, now!”
I can hear the smirk on his fucking face and he chuckles and says
“gotta give the lady what she wants”
He starts deep dicking me again but this time is sooo different.
I love getting fucked from behind.
I love the noises.
I love how wet and sloppy my pussy sounds.
I love the sound of our skin. It’s like I can hear every finger as he slaps and grabs onto my ass.
I love feeling the weight of his body.
I’m fucking losing it. My eyes are rolling around. I’m gripping the sheets.
He reaches around with his long arms to play with my clit while he pounds me into tomorrow.
My pussy clamped down so hard on him and he just kept fucking me through my orgasm until I stopped screaming and went limp. He saw that and said “now me” and gave himself a few more pumps to throw him over the edge and come.
And that’s how we met.
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