F20 Finally told the guy I've been dating what kind of girl I am, and then had the weirdest sex ever

On the advice of my therapist I've been trying to deal with my fucked up past, and that includes talking about it. So I talked about it with this guy I'm dating.

It was weird.

I was being really emotional, and just had all kinds of mixed feelings.

He was mostly quiet. Couldn't read him at all.

I was rambling. And crying. He occasionally asked a question. And I answered everything he asked. Still crying.

Then after what felt like hours, we were just kind of sitting there. I was done crying fir the moment.

That's when he started getting intimate with me. Taking my clothes off while telling me he doesn't care about any of it.

He started fucking me while telling me how he'd be down to try anything I'm into, or if I just wanted to stay vanilla we could do that to. While he's fucking me.

I felt a lot of things. I can't even put into words what I was experiencing. I started crying again.

He was going to stop, but I told him not to. So he kept fucking me, while I'm crying. It was probably really weird for him, because it was really weird for me.

He tried to stop again, but I started begging him not to stop. The tears wouldn't stop either though.

I told him to go harder. He did. It was actually feeling amazing. But my head was still spinning with just so much shit. I was so upset, but so horny, and I absolutely knew he had to keep going.

So I'm crying. And moaning. He's ontop and plowing into me. He was ignoring all the weeping now, just focused on fucking me hard.

I wanted it harder. I kept saying harder. Begging and a crying for more. He gave it everything he had.

By the end he was going so hard and so fast, and grunting and moaning. I was weepy and sniffling and moaning.

I finally FINALLY orgasmed and shortly after he came deep inside me.

We both just laid there. I was still kinda crying a little, he tried to get up but I held him there, wrapped my arms around him.

I didn't want him to get up or pull out. I was afraid he'd leave.

I said I was sorry for being so fucked up. He told me it was okay.

I was so exhausted by then I couldn't help falling asleep. We stayed like that for a while, not sure how long.

I'm not sure if he slept or not, but when I woke up he was still there. On me. In me. And propping himself up on his elbows.

I asked him to be my boyfriend. He said yes.