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Anon tries to keep it down (sh.itjust.works)

submitted 11 hours ago by Early_To_Risa@sh.itjust.works to c/greentext@sh.itjust.works

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[–] Xanthrax@lemmy.world 57 points 10 hours ago* (last edited 8 hours ago)

When I was younger and I was in an open relationship with a dude, we had some threesomes (not a humble brag; I'm happy I don't have an STI). There was one person in particular who was super down with the nature of our relationship, and we'd hook up often. NSFW WARNING. Once, when I was INSIDE HER, her sister broke into her room and started to punch my back. My partner was spitting venom the entire time, while I was just trying to get dressed. I was a LOT bigger than her, so I thought there was no point in fighting even though she was trying to hurt me. It felt like the opposite of fighting in a dream. They were punching me, and it felt like nothing. I'm really happy I didn't fight back. Apparently her best friend died and we'd been loudly fucking next to her bedroom. I had no idea until the next day. Fun times.