Where it happened: Gainesvillle
It all began innocently enough. I was involved with a 39 year old man who initially coaxed me into believing his was the love I needed. I had been looking for someone, anyone for so long because I find myself always feeling so inadequate; worthless even. We communicated through the internet after first contact and then met a few times in person. I was to call him Master and follow his orders and in return he would love me and I would feel wanted, or at least that’s how it was supposed to happen. In truth, everything about Master horrified me. My heart always began to race just before meeting with him, and never stopped until long after he had dropped me back home. Still, there was something enticing about him. His words seeped into my core and filled me with hope. I couldn’t stay away from him for very long. It happened on a Saturday night. I was at a party and very drunk. I had told Master, as par instructions, the exact location of where I was going to be. Somewhere in the drunken chaos he showed up. It’s all a fuzzy blur, but I do remember his strong arms holding me up and me getting into his car. Suddenly I was on his bed in a library room and my clothes were scattered around on the floor. He took one of my nipples in his mouth but I could barely feel his wet tongue. He was naked too, though I don’t remember seeing him undress. His cock was in my mouth in certain intervals, and even though I’m sure he was deep throating me I don’t remember gagging. Next thing I know he was all hot and tight inside of me and I felt a slight pressure, then I sat up slightly and his cum splashed over my naked stomach and some got onto my breasts and face. There was blood on the sheets. I’ll never forget it.