We had sex eight times in 12 hours, I made her chicken parm from scratch after 18 hours, and she proposed to me after 24

I write gonewildstories to document great experiences, to relive them, to share their sparkling joy with others. Not *every* experience is worth writing about, however, and after a couple years I began only writing about novel experiences or superlatives. So while I haven’t written a story in a year, having sex eight times in the span of about twelve hours has given me something to write about…

I met May on feeld back in August, and she said I was the first person she matched with on the first day she had it. I offered to cook for her with my opening message, and considering she hadn’t had a homecooked meal in two months, she threatened to propose to me on the spot. But not many people are keen on meeting at someone’s house for the first date, so I suggested we get drinks at a dive bar.

She looked better than her pictures. Blonde hair, blue eyes, rose gold colored glasses that framed her face beautifully. The way her eyes get wide and she opens her mouth to laugh is already burned into my memory. She admitted she was nervous within the first five minutes, explaining that this was the first first date she’d been on in four years, after having ended a long term relationship this spring. I reassured her, and we talked about our time in DC, our college experiences, her pursuit of a PhD in nuclear phsyics. By the end of the second drink, we were holding hands on the table between us. I asked if she wanted to get another drink or come home with me. She paused for a moment and chose the latter.

We walked to my house and couldn’t even make it there before kissing at a stop light. She’s a fantastic kisser. We talked about kinks on the way home, about our boundaries and what we like. I shared that I love being called Daddy and being responsible for my partner’s pleasure, and she shared that she’s a submissive who loves impact play.

We got home and hurried upstairs and made out fiercely on my bed, and my hands got well acquainted with her incredible curves. While taking off her top, I admitted to peeking at her chest a few times at the bar, and she admitted to catching me– she didn’t go braless and wear a couple of necklaces plunging into her cleavage for nothing. Her jeans were next, revealing a red thong and an ass that… let’s just say that people have fought wars over less.

A thorough spanking left her cheeks as red as her thong, and she was panting and mewling by the time I peeled the last shred of her clothing off. I fingered her only briefly here, which left my fingers covered in cream. I forced her to taste herself, and she eagerly cleaned them off before kissing me. At that point, I needed to taste her more directly.

I had her lie back on the bed and get comfortable. I wasted little time flickering my tongue across her clit and stroking her g spot with my fingers, and within a couple of minutes, she was gushing onto my comforter. Through it, in fact, and onto my sheets as well. I clamped my hand onto her throat, gripping the sides to limit the bloodflow to her head, and she shuddered again and again as she made an absolute, soaking, wonderful mess.

Panting for air, she looked like she needed to be held. I did just that, telling her what a good girl she was and explaining how squirting is a big kink of mine that I generally don’t tell people about in case they don’t/can’t. She embraced me for only a short period before asking me to fuck her. I made a show of taking off my briefs, if only to cherish the look on her face when she saw my cock for the first time. She deepthroated me almost immediately with an impressively non-existent gag reflex, and eventually asked how I wanted to fuck her.

On her hands and knees on the bed, she posed for me as I stood on my floor and sunk into her. Inch by inch, slowly, relishing all the little noises she made as she clutched the wet comforter. She squirted again in this position and howled her pleasure– thank the gods both my roommates were out of town. I told her I wanted to look into her eyes while I came, and I did just that after we changed positions into missionary.

We cuddled and debriefed, but round two came shortly afterwards, during which I pinned her ankles on my shoulders and threw my entire body weight into each thrust. After a round of drinks, we talked for another hour or so. About non monogamy, about past relationships, and we already making plans to see each other again– for the following day. It’s one thing to have great sex, but it’s another to enjoy the refractory period just as much.

She hadn’t planned to spend the night, but after round three– prone bone– we looked at the clock and it was past 1am. We’d been together for six hours at this point. We spooned, fucked *again* in that position, and went to sleep… with her inviting me to “use” her during the middle of the night, were I so inclined. I sleep pretty soundly, but she doesn’t, and on *three different occasions* she woke me up in the middle of the night for sex. When I woke up, I had her ride me, and once I began thrusting up into her, she gushed on my sheets yet again.

We went to the farmers market a block away (I love DC) for pastries and to pick up groceries for the evening. I found some San Marzano tomatoes at the market and decided that I’d make us chicken parm for dinner because a) Italian food is my wheelhouse and b) making sauce from scratch and frying up chicken cutlets is such a flex that she couldn’t possibly *not* propose to me when she returned later that night.

When she came back that evening, she brought over Ring Pops and got on one knee. Fuckin nailed it.

[Bonus screenshot of a conversation](https://imgur.com/a/YX9g21D) between my two roommates. They were both out of town and May and I were being as loud as we wanted, but we couldn't hear one of them return...