My wife’s been with 12 different guys (sucked more then 12), and I know varying degrees of information about most of them.
A recent discovery of some old files on a hard drive lead me to some original writing of hers that recounted encounters in pretty decent detail with three of them, so that’s been fun to read.
Here’s my favorite part, where she talks about how her dorm RA used her as his fuck toy on a nightly basis:
“In a similar fashion to their first encounter, she met up with him on that tacky red couch, they spoke brashly, with alcohol in their systems, and he asked her upstairs. Upstairs she went, and before they knew it, the two were all over each other. Their clothes came off, and they had sex. He may not have been a looker, and his wordiness that he thought was so clever may not have been as clever as he thought, but in bed he was a genius.
They began to hook-up on a nightly basis. He opened up her eyes, and took her from the bed to the floor to up against the wall, and every night still reeling from marathon sex she would creep back down to her bed. It was illicit. It was secret. It was sexy and freeing and all the things an affair is supposed to be but shouldn’t be. Megan set the standards and prevented herself from getting hurt, saying right away, “I don’t know what you want, but I definitely do not want this to turn into a relationship.” She may not have meant it, and it may not have been the best thing for her, but man, was it fun.”
I’ve gotten a fair few stories directly from her and actually chatted with an old ex of her via Reddit’s “didyoufuckmywife” sub.
Here she is with him at a party from that time: