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This is the story of my first girlfriend and my proper sexual awakening.
I wasn't a virgin when we started dating, but I'd had only very basic, fumbling, vanilla sex at that point.
She was the same - one prior partner and nothing adventurous.
She was raised very conservatively. But this girl was a dormant volcano just waiting for an opportunity to explode.
We met in the early 00's when texting was all the rage. It was very useful, as we texted a lot and the conversation got steamy quickly.
The more we texted about sex, the dirtier her messages became.
To put it bluntly, there was NOTHING that was off limits. She was willing to try anything. Literally anything.
She never said no to a suggestion. Not once.
We did the stuff you'd call pretty standard, but I hadn't yet tried:
- Proper kissing and DFK
- DATY & fingering (and actually learning where to find a clit!)
- A range of positions other than missionary
- Toys
Then we got more intense:
- Proper deepthroat
- COB, COF, CIM & swallowing
- Anal
- Squirting
- Public locations
- Dress up and role play (any fantasy I asked)
- Choking & spanking (on her)
She worked hard on improving her deepthroat technique. She would hold my cock in until she literally passed out.
Or I face fucked her until she puked on my cock. She would happily slurp it all back down.
It allowed me to explore whatever took my fancy.
It's where my love of ATM came from. I could go back and forth between that ass and that mouth for hours. She had no hesitation, even if it was dirty.
Golden showers - she swallowed every drop.
I was bloody keen to do threesomes - with another girl, of course. She sounded out a friend, who gave the green light. We had a couple of brilliant weekends off no-holds barred action.
I could write a novel on the threesomes alone...
That's all just the general overview of what we got into. We were young, so sex was basically every day and I was cuming about 10 times a week.
In hindsight, I could have gotten much more extreme. We didn't get into really intense stuff like BDSM, but she would've tried it all.
But the things we did were a giant leap from where I started.
Alas, it didn't last. It was a flame that burned bight, but quickly. She was very volatile - living most of her time in the danger zone.
She was the life of the party - drank copiously, did a lot of drugs. Danced topless on the table, skinny dipping, making out with girls, etc.
But it got to the point where the sex wasn't enough to mask the crazy. So I had to cut her loose. We lasted almost 2 years.
She tried to destroy my whole life in the process, of course.
She smashed my car windows, set stuff on fire, smashed my computer, etc.
I had to move house and change my phone. My friends and family had to block her number as she harassed them day and night.
She was ringing my elderly grandparents at 3am. They were too polite to unplug the (landline) phone.
Once I was finally rid of her, I relapsed only once.
Six months later I had a weekend with her, and she pulled out the maximum effort to try to win me back.
She went full 100% wild sex slut and held her craziness in check to lure me back in.
It was a hell of a weekend that I still remember fondly as a haze of bodily fluid.
But then when I said we were not getting back together permanently...
Well, damn...
I literally had to move cities so that bitch couldn't find me again...
I truly believe that she would've stabbed me to death in a murder-suicude pact.
I've never seen her since and I have no idea if she overdosed in a ditch, moved to Australia, or became a born again Christian
I wasn't a virgin when we started dating, but I'd had only very basic, fumbling, vanilla sex at that point.
She was the same - one prior partner and nothing adventurous.
She was raised very conservatively. But this girl was a dormant volcano just waiting for an opportunity to explode.
We met in the early 00's when texting was all the rage. It was very useful, as we texted a lot and the conversation got steamy quickly.
The more we texted about sex, the dirtier her messages became.
To put it bluntly, there was NOTHING that was off limits. She was willing to try anything. Literally anything.
She never said no to a suggestion. Not once.
We did the stuff you'd call pretty standard, but I hadn't yet tried:
- Proper kissing and DFK
- DATY & fingering (and actually learning where to find a clit!)
- A range of positions other than missionary
- Toys
Then we got more intense:
- Proper deepthroat
- COB, COF, CIM & swallowing
- Anal
- Squirting
- Public locations
- Dress up and role play (any fantasy I asked)
- Choking & spanking (on her)
She worked hard on improving her deepthroat technique. She would hold my cock in until she literally passed out.
Or I face fucked her until she puked on my cock. She would happily slurp it all back down.
It allowed me to explore whatever took my fancy.
It's where my love of ATM came from. I could go back and forth between that ass and that mouth for hours. She had no hesitation, even if it was dirty.
Golden showers - she swallowed every drop.
I was bloody keen to do threesomes - with another girl, of course. She sounded out a friend, who gave the green light. We had a couple of brilliant weekends off no-holds barred action.
I could write a novel on the threesomes alone...
That's all just the general overview of what we got into. We were young, so sex was basically every day and I was cuming about 10 times a week.
In hindsight, I could have gotten much more extreme. We didn't get into really intense stuff like BDSM, but she would've tried it all.
But the things we did were a giant leap from where I started.
Alas, it didn't last. It was a flame that burned bight, but quickly. She was very volatile - living most of her time in the danger zone.
She was the life of the party - drank copiously, did a lot of drugs. Danced topless on the table, skinny dipping, making out with girls, etc.
But it got to the point where the sex wasn't enough to mask the crazy. So I had to cut her loose. We lasted almost 2 years.
She tried to destroy my whole life in the process, of course.
She smashed my car windows, set stuff on fire, smashed my computer, etc.
I had to move house and change my phone. My friends and family had to block her number as she harassed them day and night.
She was ringing my elderly grandparents at 3am. They were too polite to unplug the (landline) phone.
Once I was finally rid of her, I relapsed only once.
Six months later I had a weekend with her, and she pulled out the maximum effort to try to win me back.
She went full 100% wild sex slut and held her craziness in check to lure me back in.
It was a hell of a weekend that I still remember fondly as a haze of bodily fluid.
But then when I said we were not getting back together permanently...
Well, damn...
I literally had to move cities so that bitch couldn't find me again...
I truly believe that she would've stabbed me to death in a murder-suicude pact.
I've never seen her since and I have no idea if she overdosed in a ditch, moved to Australia, or became a born again Christian
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Part of me is jealous… However I’m not sure if I would trade place to experience all those crazy sex fantasies but have to go through an emotional roller coaster of a crazy partner like you did… I grew up in a very conservative family, sex was never discussed. Basically study, get a stable job, marry a decent woman, have vanilla sex, pop out kids… I skipped the last 1 cuz somewhere along the line, I find the whole plan sounds like a scam. Now in my mid 30s, I finally decide to explore. But if I want to relive your past life, I’ll be paying these hoes a fortune 
