into the woods
(Not quite a ‘point of origin’ for my OCD mind; a pre-point. Haha. And can you tell it’s almost finals week here at ECU? Look at all these posts!)
Fall of 2006, I decided to try and fulfill my BDSM desires in secret. Finding someone just to fuck. I rationalized that if it was just sex, it wasn’t that bad. I know, I know. More than a little flawed. I had my reasons for what I did. I felt trapped and oppressed and felt like fucking someone else would ease that pressure. I’m a cheater.
I had looked at craigslist ads with varying degrees of intensity. Collarme just overwhelmed me, and I didn’t even know about alt until I met Sir. craigslist is a funny bird. It’s great for women and absolutely horrendous for men. I wrote that I was inexperienced at BDSM and was looking to explore it with someone. I also wrote my real age, that I was 18. I hit “post”.
I rethought something, went back and edited my post, adding the postscript that older men were welcome. I shut the browser down.
And then promptly drove over to C’s house for a date. I kept fidgeting and was acting flighty during the whole date. I came back to my room six hours later and had 50 or so replies.
Despite my insistence that I wanted ‘intelligent’ domination, I received a lot of dumb, misogynistic, or just plain idiotic replies from people. I also had a disturbingly large age range. People took my post script a little too seriously.
I could talk about craigslist for multiple posts. The important thing is that from all 100+ posts I received, only one stood out.
We might be able to have a mutually beneficial relationship.
A man in his early 30s that seemed smart, funny, sane and at least somewhat versed in BDSM. I quickly sent out an email. We played a fast set of email tag. We learned about each other. I quickly deduced he was married. Let’s call him G. G wasn’t feeling too much guilt fooling around with a college freshman; apparently, he had cheated on his wife before. We exchanged phone numbers. He said he would call me later on in the week.
I got a rather hot voicemail (from a payphone, go figure) from him. He lamented the fact he had missed me, and said all sorts of dirty things.
The next email from him, he discussed meeting. I’d like to take a walk with you. A walk into the woods.
Ha. I initially thought he was joking. He wasn’t. His initial reason for meeting in the woods, he informed me later, was so that he could touch me. “And it’d help me determine whether you’re really up for this.” He wrote.
So I obliged. I wore a skirt, but I had to wear a parka because it was November. In my car, I slipped my fingers into my pussy and rubbed a bit of it behind my ear. What he wanted. I waited for him at the train station, nervous as hell. I swear I nearly walked away a few times. Then he came up behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around. He looked like his picture. Handsome, unassuming. A dermal punch in his ear. Blue buttondown shirt, jeans, a jacket, glasses. He put his hand on the small of my back and we walked into the woods.
We made awkward small talk; what classes I was taking in school and whatnot. Then he pressed me up against a tree, my nose pressed up against the tree bark. He came up behind me and put his face in my hair. Then he slowly pulled my hair to one side and smelled behind my ear. “Such a good girl.” He said warmly. He grabbed my ass underneath the skirt. Then he slid my panties aside and slid his finger into my pussy.
“Fuck, you’re fucking tight.” He groaned into my ear. I could feel him pressing himself into my ass. He pulled his finger out and turned me around. “Did you like that?” He asked me. I nodded.
He jammed the wet finger into my mouth.
Then he took my hand and pressed it into the bulge in his jeans. I could feel his hard cock, and the amphallang piercing through the head of it. I sucked on his finger. “Do you want to suck my cock?”
My mind reeled. I was aroused, wet, overwhelmed, excited. I nodded yes with his finger still in my mouth. He gently guided me onto my knees in the middle of the forest, in the middle of the morning, and tugged his cock out of his jeans. I’d never seen a pierced cock up close. I sucked his cock for a little bit. Gagged on the piercing. Then he pulled me up. He didn’t come. He handed me my parka, told me to zip up, it was cold. We trekked out of the woods.
We talked a little more, then went our separate ways.
Then I went to my car and masturbated furiously. I was so turned on and light headed and bewildered and excited.
We wouldn’t fuck for the first time until the next week. I’d get my first spanking, too.
