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🕑 Added 2023-06-23 04:27:09 +0000 UTC Bedtime story: My first boyfriend was exactly the sort of guy I wasn’t: spontaneous, hedonistic and sexually very experienced. I learned a huge amount from him and found him incredibly sexy, which I don’t think he was accustomed to. The pic is me from about that time. We went out for about 2 years, most of which was just endless fun, non-stop sex and fucking in ruins. My uni work suffered but so what, I still passed - and ditched that profession a decade later anyway. We’d drive for hours just to find a ruined building to fuck in. God knows why lol. Anyway he turned out to be a compulsive liar.. Without going into specifics, a lot of what he’d told me about himself wasn’t true. I discovered this slowly but eventually I’d had enough. My last girlfriend was also a compulsive liar and I’d really had enough. Fool me once… On the day we broke up I was driving us near his place, arguing. He decided he’d had enough, opened his door and jumped out of a moving car. Naturally I went back and helped him out but he had grazes etc all over. We went back to his and his behaviour was even worse. Eventually I somehow talked him into going to the local psychiatric hospital. Or did I take him there under false pretences? I remember both lol. They separated us and I asked the question everyone who’s lived with a compulsive liar asks - is it him or me who’s mad? They made clear it was him. So that was that. He checked out the next day and thus began a few months of harassment. He stalked me, bashed my car doors when I went to the gay bar, wrote graffiti on my parents house - luckily while they were away, and slashed my tyres. More than once. I had no choice but to take out a restraining order, which I duly did. And that made it stop, thank god. But about 4-5 years later I bumped into him at some picnic and watched him carefully from a distance. He was behaving better than usual and so I decided to say hello. I walked up to him, tapped him on the shoulder and he spun around and, hardly missing a beat, said flatly “oh, hello” That’s totally on form for him, so I knew he was okay. Thing is, while I’d been watching him I realised I was incredibly attracted to him. I guess your first always has a special place in your heart. With him it was just as much about the sex. He really was that good! We chatted briefly and I asked if he wanted to catch up for a coffee one day. He agreed. So we met at our old coffee haunt, which was still there, and I told him the truth - that I find him extremely attractive and I miss the great sex we always had. Cue him following me home in his car. I remember he wanted a shower beforehand so I showed him into the bathroom. But I didn’t leave. I watched him get into the shower with a hard cock (his and mine) and a few seconds later I was in there with him. I just couldn’t wait any longer! I soaped his arse and shoved myself inside him. It hurt him, which suited me fine lol. But it was the best shower sex I’ve ever had. Afterwards we went up to my bed where I fucked him again and then fed him (food lol). We agreed to do it again soon, and we did. He raised the subject of the restraining order, which was indefinite. I just said that legally I’m breaking the terms as much as he is, probably moreso, and that the only person who could enforce it is me so he’d just better behave. And we kept shagging, like rabbits at times, until I left australia maybe 6 months later. I dunno what happened to him after then but he really did teach me most of my sex tricks. He was so amazing in bed and, from this distance, I’m incredibly glad I met him. If I’m any good in bed then it’s almost all down to him. How lucky was I to meeet someone like that so early?
