The love/sex life story of me_(1)

While there’s probably something dirty for everyone here, this isn’t a porno story so much trying to keep track of what I’ve been up to so far. Like watching a show as I’m doing now, it’s actually possible to forget how and who you went through to get here. It’s a love-life timeline of me I guess, kind of a cliffnotes thing without bulletpoints. It doesn’t represent everyone I’ve ever been with because some one-nighters are forgettable, and not every time I’ve had sex because like most of us not every time was story worthy and it’s pretty frequent when you’re in a relationship. It’s more about the important ones where I discovered something new or interesting. I thought about putting it under the “diary” category but I think that would be misconstrued as “dear diary, insert porno.”

My first boyfriend was a guy named Mark, coincidentally my current husband’s name. He was controlling and abusive in the naughty way, so I accepted it. He didn’t like me having guy friends, didn’t want me going out without him, easy to piss off, like what girls warn their girlfriends about, but I was a sexually ignorant virgin in the “slashie fangirl” sock-in-your-mouth, crying-as-I-tie-you-down-with-more-duct-tape kind of way at the time. Because I guess I was the freak he always wanted he was now justified in not asking if I wanted to try something and just went for it. Alot of guys have experience trying to talk girls into trying things like anal or even giving head for the boring sweet girls, and it’s usually a atruggle but he didn’t worry about it. We weren’t attached and needy either but he was pretty territorial. We never said we loved each other or anything and he even shared me with 2 of his nicer friends once, one of whom would later become a bf so he wasn’t terribly in love with me. This sharing’ll become a recurring theme. So Mark was my friend’s boyfriend before mine, she met him at a party we went to and I got to know him through her, and after they broke up he came to me. She tried to warn me like I said but I didn’t listen or care, she had become kind of timid since they broke up and it was kind of an embarassed suggestion at best. There was a good reason for it. He was never bad to me, or you could say he was but I loved it, like I said, but that wasn’t the case for her. Although it turned out alright for me, I didn’t know at the time (and she didn’t tell me which is kind of a dick move), He was the same way with her. But she wasn’t like me. Her first time was in front of his friends crying as she was raped and humiliated, a small party or bbq with his friends or something where everyone was drunk. Remember the controlling part, she had no friends there because he didn’t want them around. If there were more voices saying “hey what the fuck?!? stop!” it might not have happened, but they didn’t hear that. I assume to them it was like a rape-porno, something everybody watches but doesn’t admit to their friends. In that environment though they were all thinking the same thing; Everyone’s cool with it and I’m not doing it so I’m ok with it. He didn’t leave a physical mark where I could see it, otherwise the timing of that and the breakup would have been suspicious to me and I wouldn’t have become his next girl. From what she told me though during that event he was rough in the way I knew him, he choked and slapped her around during which is where the humiliation came in. She only told me after he and I broke up, which while I understand it being hard to talk about was kind of messed up because it might have happened to me. Given the circumstances she hasn’t been with a guy since as far as I know. I haven’t talked to her in a couple years but for a few years after that she was strictly girls, including my first. More about that later.

Kenny came second. He was one of Mark’s nicer friends that I was shared with like I was talking about. After the last brakeup he was all over my phone being “a good friend.” Basically he knew I was available, what kind of things I was into and had to beat someone else to me. He was alot less comfortable with just doing what he wanted to me with no apology. But that was the only type of guy I was used to, I so was the one pushing him to try new things. Nothing boring like anal and blowjobs because he knew from experience I was into those and I consider them parts of regular sex. But I wanted to be slapped and choked, tied up and belted like I was used to. He was my first attentive bf, the kind of normal nice guy who gives girls what they want. We said our “love you”s, went out places and everything normal couples do together. There were things I couldn’t get him to do. One of them was pegging, the other wasn’t group sex, after all that would be hypocritical since we’d already done that together. I actually convinced him to let me choose from a group of his friends for a gangbang. We’d hang out with them one at a time, someone hanging out with his friend and the friend’s gf basically, casually loosen them up with innuendo while playing games or what have you while I was laying on the blatant flirting. When I had private moments with them most would flirt more directly with me, thinking I wanted something on the side and Kenny was totally oblivious. Even guys who claim to be honorable and would never shack up with a friend’s girl will do it if they think they can get away with it. Anyway I would tell them that he was cool with sharing and they didn’t have to wait until we were alone to lay on the game. When we were all in the same room again the conversation could continue more fluidly. I had 6 recruits lined up pretty fast, a little more than a week I think, sadly only 5 showed up. I’m only going to namedrop the “important notches” but Curtis deserves a special mention and made up for the absense. After breaking up with Kenny I didn’t see him again, but occasionally I still think about him because… His dick was amazing. Almost coke-can thick, foreskinned that didn’t come all the way around his head, light blue veins all the way down the sides, and I couldn’t even get my fingertips to touch together at the base. And that was soft, it hung along his thighs almost halfway to his knees at like 9+ inches when hard like a pornstar. Except for the fact that aside from size pornstars have unremarkable dicks, but this one was perfect and inviting, practically yummy. Naturally during the gangbang and probably because I’d been making constant jokes about its size, he maintained a monopoly on my asshole the majority of the time. The pressure on the back of my vaginal wall left me hovering around orgasm constantly, the guys who took turns in my pussy made me cum every time. I had a theory that a girl’s body can take 6 guys at once. The logistics are hard, not enough room to fit that many people in around a girl at once and they did in fact mostly take turns 2 or 3 at once. But with a coffee table the height is about right to make it work. Curtis underneath me while on my back, someone standing at the foot of the coffee table to fuck my pussy, one at the head with his dick in my mouth, one straddling over me and the table titfucking me, and 2 on either side for me to fluff while they waited for a better parking spot.