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sabis -> RE: I wouldn't survive~ (7/24/2007 8:01:30 PM)
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My last date was seven years and some months ago. Met this guy in person at the airport for the first time. We'd been chatting on the phone and online for 2 months at that point. It was, in essence, our first 'date.' There were no safe calls set up; no one on the planet other than him knew where we were meeting. He told me that if I wanted to get fucked, I'd better dress like I wanted to get fucked. If I didn't, dress accordingly. So I wore black fuck-me pumps, a gray business pinstripe skirt (mid-thigh, but not quite 'mini'), and a spandex/cotton (skintight) shirt. Provocative, but not blatantly whorish, I thought.
He took one look at me and practically ran me out of the airport, to the car rental... The whole trip down the jet way and to the vehicle, and most of the way to the hotel, he was strangely quiet. I asked him, "What are you thinking?" He looked at me with golden, snakey eyes and said, 'Are you sure you want to know?' Secure in my ignorant naiveté, I said, 'Yes!’ His answer was, "I'm thinking I wanna fuck you in the ass."
Domiguy, count me as one of your unromantic whores, because I not only let him, I begged him for it, and everything else he did that night that indelibly imprinted his ownership on every part of me, physical and otherwise.
~ sabis
Owned by Cumulus
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