He worked on me for a couple hours in that bar to leave with them. Was still at my parents place so I snuck her in. She straddled me, and I was shocked at how soft she was everywhere. He said the house was in a very isolated, rural setting, but the guy seemed decent and the sex was good. I quickly stopped but not before I got throw up all over my hair.Next
This was late 90s, early 2000s. Of course, lots of different factors come into play — alcohol, whether you're , whether you're feeling down and need a random hookup, discovering someone way out of your league hitting on you, or just plain old logic-overthrowing horniness. So, I just told him flat out that I knew he put something in my water, he was clearly nervous and sweating, and I thought it was best that I leave. About midway through messing around I started to pick up on little clues that this wasn't his place at all - I told him I needed to use the bathroom before we fucked and he didn't know where it was - went in, ran the water, looked around and sure enough, magazines with labels of a woman's name, her robe on the door - you know, just a million things that said that this was wrong, wrong wrong. I got to the taxi, sat in and yelled, drive! Being the older sister they had to say yes…. He says they cruised each other and ended up in a fleabag motel where Angelo tried to tie him to the bed, but he fought him off and escaped the room. I ran as fast as I could out the apartment, scouring the Shining-like corridors for a stairway out.Next
I've been dragged by the hair down the street in broad daylight. Funny enough, the guy that I ending up connecting with was a software designer from California. I'm not much of a bottom and definitely not in my car with no lube or condoms so I kept saying no. Fortunately, as anyone from the area knows, highway 99 is full of traffic signals that seem to be synchronized to turn red in 90-degree cycles so you pretty much stop at every single one, and the area is crawling with cops. I fucked the shit out of him He was moaning and omg ing and we must have fucked three times before we fell asleep. We mess around and it's actually pretty hot.
R5 obviously is one of those sex-aversive moralists who couldn't get laid in a whorehouse. He wanted to take me home with them that night and his quasi-bf was okay with him having sex with a woman. I was sure I was a dead man at 20. He put a lock on the liquor cabinet after that. I am pretty stoned right now, but this is fucking hilarious to imagine.Next
So i was hanging out by myself at Faultline, a leather bar Silverlake. But she lived with her 2 brothers. He invites me to his bedroom and I declined, wanting to leave. K thought he was going to be killed. He whispered in my ear not to move, that what he had in his hand was a nail gun, and that if I did move he would kill me on the spot. The guy I was with luckily had his eyes closed and was pretty far gone too but I was so grossed out.Next
We got out of there shortly after that. I skipped to the end of this thread to post, after reading a little. I don't think the guy needed to react quite so scarily, but I also feel very guilty because I shouldn't have been following him like a creep. But the end result is almost always this: You wake up next to a stranger. But then the next day rolls around and it's clear he's in no rush to leave. He looked around and said he thought he spotted someone looking at him from the surrounding woods. Got a cab but waited inside before it arrived.Next
I could be telling this wrong. I thought I;d chekc him out in public first. Getting away with it, thanks to Cola. My friends and I denied the rumors and went about our lives. Something instinctive inside of me took over and as a last resort out of desperation my thought was I'll rip this bastards hide off before I die.Next
After a few drinks, we ended up back at my hotel St. I would call them up, and jerk off as they described their bodies and dicks, and what they got into. He always said he wasn't entirely sure, but he thought he saw him watching from the woods. He invited me over to a friend's house after we decided to leave the bar. Don't go to a stranger's place without letting someone know where you are going. He then stopped, looked directly at me and started going down under an overpass. If you go all the way with someone you don't know, make sure you're ready, all safe and all right, all the time.Next