A Foreword: this was one of the most traumatizing sexual experiences I’ve ever had, and I was almost raped so that says a lot. This one is going to be a little longer and maybe emotional so hold on.

My latest ex-boyfriend, S, and I went through quite a few “rough patches”. We’d argue, he would say regrettable things, I would say regrettable things. We would even break up (around 6 times), or not talk for weeks (this happened at least twice). I’m still not sure what kept bringing us back together. I think it may have been because of the sex and the convenience/predictability of the whole relationship.

Anyway, one of the last times we went through the breakup/get back together cycle, we ended up talking about having a threesome. Now I’m sure you’re assuming I was suggesting this as a way to keep my man happy; I swear it didn’t happen like that. It had been brought up when we were in a more stable phase, and we were both down for it but the problem was finding a third person.

It was a problem until one of my coworkers, F, propositioned me one night when I was driving her back to her dorm after shift. F was a 19yo, skinny dark skin black girl with a bad wig. She had mentioned before she was bisexual, but it came up again during the drive, and I casually mentioned that I was to. When I said that, she immediately suggested we hook up! Obviously at the time, I thought it would be a fucking superb idea to just bring her into our little threesome idea. So, I suggested it to her as alternative to just the two of us hooking up and she said she was down but to make sure to tell my man she was “only going to be there for me”.

Fast forward a few weeks, I had talked to S about this who said he was down for it. That Saturday we were hanging out with a bunch of people and I was going to bring one of my good friends, but she ended up canceling. S told me to bring someone else, so I decided I would bring F with me since she wasn’t busy that day. I go pick her up from campus and drive us to the function. By the time we got there it was basically over and my bf was going to drop his best friend off at home.

After we did that, S suggested we go back to his place and chill while he goes out to get some percs (for him), weed and alcohol for all of us. 45 minutes later he returns with the drugs and liquor and we get to drinking. You can tell we’re all blowed and drunk as fuck and starting to feel more relaxed. I get up to pee but when I returned my bf had disappeared. I go to his room and he’s in there setting up his colored lights and music, trying to get ready for us. I start to get nervous and suggest maybe we should back out of this. He honestly don’t remember how he responded and I don’t want to lie on him. Anyway, we continued.

She came to his room and we all were sitting on his bed pretty awkwardly for a good 10 minutes or so. I was on the verge of chickening out, when F said “fuck it I’ll start”, pushed me down on my back and started kissing me.

The exact progression of events is fuzzy, but not long after that, F and I were naked and she was sitting on my face. I had never eaten pussy before that moment, so I wasn’t really sure what to do, but I tried to re-imagine what I like when guys eat me out. At this point my bf was just watching us from the other size of the bed, but at one point he did crawl over to suck my titties, finger me and tell me how sexy I am.

About 10 minutes after that is where things went downhill.

F was now on her knees, eating me out,,,,,

Side note: her head was actually pretty good for the most part, she was a little rough on the clit for my personal taste but her fingering technique was incredible… lordt

Anyyywayyyy, while she was fingering me almost to the point of orgasm (men really need to take some classes or something) , S was about to start fucking her from behind. When I saw that, my jealousy kicked in and I told her that I wanted to go first. Right at that same moment, S’s phone started to ring so he stopped to get it and since I told her I wanted to get fucked first, she didn’t care and just sat on my face again while I was on my back ready to get dicked.

S hung up the phone, saw that we changed positions and immediately got angry. He was wondering why we had switched positions and didn’t seem to understand that I had said I wanted to be fucked first. The three of us started to argue, F and I vs S.

After the brief squabble, we were just like whatever… and kept going. That’s when the next problem arose. S couldn’t get or stay hard. I would give him head for like 5 minutes, he would get hard, but by the time he would get to my coochie, it would go soft. Rinse and repeat about 4 times. While this was happening, F had sat on the bed next to us, watching. At one point she even grabbed her phone and asked if she could record us while we were making out and I was jacking him off. We both paused a moment and said “ummm, no” at the same time.

After some time of him not staying hard and her on her phone, S snaps. He wants to know why she isn’t doing anything; he tells her that “this is a threesome, you need to be doing something” with me. She said that she was waiting for me to start getting fucked and mentioned she noticed there was something going on with his dick. After she said that I kind of blacked out and was sick over the thought that he wasn’t getting hard because he wanted to fuck her more than me.

In the time between my last post and now I have ended up in a committed relationship (shocking), and we all know what that means. An ungodly amount of nasty, raw, animalistic sex. And it’s time to share that with you. This post is definitely not as graphic as previous ones, but hopefully it’s just as entertaining.

When you think of missionary, what are the first words that comes to mind? Before my current boyfriend, I would have said lackluster, awkward, and frankly pretty lame. But I always knew the potential it held. Typically, hookups want to bottom or hit it from the back, neither of which I find a lot of excitement in. Missionary provides the most amount of pleasure for me physically, but there is a special intimacy to it that I was just not experiencing with hookups.

Intimacy is what makes missionary the best position to fuck in while you’re in a relationship, but that’s why it is the worst position to fuck random hookups in. They aren’t worried about gazing into your eyes, running their fingers through your hair, sucking your titties or kissing your neck. Worst of all there are no tongues down your throat, or I love yous whispered. They just want to bust their nut and swiftly send you on your way with a “we should do this again”. That is why I was so excited to find a man who not only loves missionary (and sex) as much as me but is AMAZING at taking the position and running with it.

But, before we get too ahead of ourselves, let’s talk backstory.

My boyfriend (S) and I started talking around early December which is also when I had pneumonia. Obviously, I was too sick to do anything and didn’t want anyone witnessing my hacking every 10 seconds, so after a 3-week recovery we finally got the chance to hang out. A day or two before we were supposed to see each other, the topic of sex came up for the first time ever. I told him I wanted to ease into things since we both wanted to end up in a relationship, meaning no sex for a while. Spoiler alert! That was completely thrown out of the window, but the fact he had never brought up nudes or sex is the reason I put out so easily… take notes men. He took me to this park off a lake, we smoked and talked, then went back to his house. After going to his bedroom, he turned the lights off, turned some music on and got right on top of me.

He knew exactly how to turn me on without me ever having to say a word or indicate anything. It was like magic and I knew if the foreplay was this good (even his nipple sucking is exquisite!!!!!), I had to fuck him. Bonus points for finding the clit too. Obviously, I finally gave in, and that first time he stuck his dick in me I knew it was over. Honestly, I didn’t even get a good look at his hard dick for a while. Saying that now sounds weird, but I always saw it post-nut and he never asked for head. When I finally did see it, rock hard up close and personal I seriously wondered how I had been taking that dick almost every day for the past week or two.  You know how during peak banana season, you see that one huge, thick banana and you’re just like, damn that’s a big banana. Well, that’s his dick. If you’ve read my past posts, you know I’ve had sex with some well-endowed men so saying his is HUGE… is definitely not an exaggeration.

For that aforementioned initial week or two we had only fucked in missionary except maybe a few rounds where we did doggy. Finally, he admitted to me he really doesn’t care for other positions. Now you may be thinking, “Jesus, this bitches boyfriend is vanilla”, but I ASSURE YOU that is not the case. We’ve had sex almost 100 times now probably, just since December (still wondering how I’m not pregnant), and every time I am more amazed by his skills. S is no small man but has the stamina of a marathon runner. He’s strong as hell and can flip/lift my definitely not skinny ass. He’s handcuffed my hands behind my back, shoved my face into a pillow and jackhammered me into the next millennia. He sucked caramel sauce off my clit on Valentine’s Day and has skillfully worked my vibrator without blinking.  

Going back to the whole missionary thing, we both found that for a variety of reasons, that’s the best and most favored position for us both. But he finds a way to make it different and special each and every time. My legs are probably stronger than Serena Williams’ and more flexible than Gabby Douglas’. I’ve had my ankles touch my earlobes and one night after he decided to pop a Percocet, they were suspended in mid-air for a breathtaking three hours. The fact he is able to get all 8.5 beautiful inches of BBC into me makes it all worth it. But again, the physical part of it is only half of the story. The fact we’re able to wrap our arms around each other and intensely make out all while I’m getting pounded is incredible. Fucking forehead to forehead, whispering sweet nothings between gasps of air, sharing sweat and spit. The thought of having sex with anyone else is actually nauseating. He knows my body better than anyone else on earth and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I guess I wrote all of this to say that getting freak nasty with the love of your life is just indescribably better, and I will hopefully not be writing about any new hookups for a while, if ever. But on the bright side, I am still missing NINE stories to complete the timeline which will hopefully come sooner than later.

You know you love me…

XOXO,

bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭

of course!!!

i hope whoever’s online right now can reblog this so we can get his account with a good amount of followers!!!!!!