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(Someone suggested I post my story here too. Hope my viv thomas clips thomas you enjoy it!) I'm not sure if it's normal to submit your own past, but I stumbled across this subreddit and thought that my story might be up your ally. I’ve always been a very sexual person with an insatiable sex drive. In sophomore year of college I met a guy in my apartment complex that was my perfect match sexually. His body, his confidence, his size, his personality in bed, the way he touched me and ravaged my body... everything about him was perfect. We fit together like two pieces of a puzzle and to me he was an absolute sex god. With every guy I’ve been with I usually have one orgasm at best, usually not from penetration, but with him I experienced orgasms that I didn’t even know were possible. For the first time I could have a whole bunch of orgasms from penetration, but more importantly the quality of those orgasms was out of this world. When he made me come I’d practically lose control of my body. I would frequently have full body spasms, my legs would shake and sometimes even go numb, and my mind would get lost swimming through orgasmic bliss. It was heaven on earth. I wanted to have a real relationship with him so badly, but we just weren’t right for each other outside of the bedroom. After about 4 months of amazing sex our "relationship" ended on not so happy terms. I explored my options with a lot of other guys after him, looking for someone that could make me feel the same, but noone came close. After a couple months we started talking again and immediately became friends with benefits. I’ll freely admit I was more addicted to him than a heroin addict. He had this effect on me that caused me to turn into a complete slut for him. Our relationship was a lot better the second time around since it was clear that it was only about sex, but just a few weeks later I met the man that was going to become my husband. My husband and I started dating the last couple months before summer, but things were very casual and he never asked me to be his girlfriend in the family viv thomas exclusively. Since my FWB lived in the same apartment complex as me we still fucked like rabbits daily. There were quite a few times that I went out with my future husband just after being fucked by my FWB, or would come home from my husbands and head straight to my FWB’s place for the night. Over summer my husband went home and my FWB and I spent the entire summer together. It was the most slutty, sex filled, passionate summer of my life. To say I was sexually adventurous would be a huge understatement. There were a lot of threesomes with my FWB’s friends (which is one of my biggest fantasies), among many other experiences and viv thomas explored fetishes. I texted my husband and kept in touch throughout the summer, but things remained casual and he had no idea what I was up to. My husband and I resumed dating in the fall semester of my junior year. Things gradually started to get more serious between us throughout the semester and we started spending a lot more time together, but I never broke things off with my FWB. I felt a little guilty about it, but the sex was too perfect to just stop unless I had to. I figured if he wanted me to be only his he could ask me to be his girlfriend exclusively whenever he wanted to. As things got more pink velvet viv thomas serious my husband and I started having a lot more sex. There were countless times that I fucked my FWB and shortly after was with my husband. The opposite happened just as much. My FWB knew I was dating my husband, but my husband was completely unaware of how often he was getting sloppy seconds from my FWB, or how often Viv Thomas Butterfly I had another mans cock buried in me shortly after leaving his place. On one weekend I had no plans on a friday night, but my future husband was busy, so I went over to my FWB’s and partied with him and his friends. I ended up having a threesome with him and one of his friends again and we fucked half the night away. The next day when we woke up we went at it some more. Near evening time I realized I had some texts from my husband and a few minutes later (after a quick shower) I was over at his place having sex again. I spent the night with him, had "morning" sex (it was already early afternoon) when we woke up, went home and spent the rest of my sunday evening on my back with my legs wrapped around my FWB, getting my brains fucked out. I felt like a huge slut for being passed around between guys so often, but it was also really hot to me. I have a pretty big cheating fetish, so for me some of the hottest experiences were the ones where we almost got caught by my husband (even though it wasn’t real cheating, when things started getting more serious we started pretending like it was and did a lot of cheating dirty talk/role play). There were a couple times when my FWB left just minutes before my husband got to my place. Sometimes I was barely dressed before he got there and still breathless and in desperate need of a shower. He's always had a thing for sweaty sex right after working out though, so it led to some of the hottest sloppy seconds ever. It always gave me a really big rush. Right before winter break my husband finally wanted to make us official boyfriend and girlfriend. I told my FWB that I was going to have to break things off with him. We had one last farewell night together and it was the most intensely passionate night of my life. He would additional resources go from kissing and passionately making love to me in the most intimate way, to bending me over, spanking me, grabbing my hair and fucking me like I was his whore, to pinning me against the wall and forcing me to cum over and over again, then back to intimate lovemaking. I just about lost my mind, my body didn’t know how to deal with it all. It was the most bipolar sex I’ve ever had and an extreme emotional roller-coaster, but that’s part of what made it amazing. He knew every little detail that turned me on both physically and mentally and he used it to its limit. There were times that I felt like I couldn’t breath and was going to pass out from coming so hard. It was by far the best sex of my life. It was probably a good thing that winter break was right then. It allowed me to get some space from my FWB and start forming a real relationship with my husband. I didn’t really feel like we were making much progress as a relationship until then, but before I knew what hit me I fell head over heals in love with him. I wish I could tell him all this, but I’m too afraid to. You never know what insecurities it could cause, but I’m hoping you all might enjoy it. It was definitely hot for me. Sorry if this was too long, I tried to cut out the details and keep it as brief as possible. loveofthepastt