As Kara invited me into her house, I was suspicious of her motives. I suspected she wanted more.
When we went inside the house, things got intense. She poured us both some wine and we started chatting. I told her about some of my sexual history, including the stories of Elaine and Tina. I had mentioned Elaine to her before, but Kara was a great listener and this time I went into more detail about my experiences.
I wanted her to open up too, so I asked her when she had known that she was a lesbian and that she didn’t like men anymore.
Kara said that when she was younger she had been experimenting with her sexuality. She had spent some time on a rich man’s yacht, boating along the Jersey Shore in the summer.
At the time, she was the only woman on board, with several young guys in their twenties.
“What were they like?”, I asked.
“Oh, they were mostly really good guys. Young, fit and hot. I liked almost all of them, except for one. He was a real asshole. I could smell it on him.”
“So what happened?”
“I agreed to have group sex with three of the of the guys, the ones I really liked. But the fourth man, the one I really despised, decided to force himself into the group sex. We were all pretty drunk, but I still was really clear about not wanting to be with him. I specifically told the extra guy that I didn’t want him to participate or to have sex with me, in any way.” Kara’s eyes were full of pain as she told the story. I put my arm around her.
“So, he didn’t listen?”
“No. It…it ended up being something very similar to a gang rape, because the other men – the guys that I thought were my friends -- didn’t stop the other guy from being part of the sex act. I was telling them “no” but and I was basically forced to have sex with all of them at the same time. “
I was really shocked and sad for her, but I asked her why she hadn’t fought back and tried to wrestle her way out of the situation. Kara was a tall, sturdy girl; she was extremely athletic and could take on most guys.
“Oh yeah?” She said. “You think I should have wrestled my way out?”
“Uh huh.” I nodded.
“Kinda like this…?” Smiling, Kara grabbed me and started wrestling with me. We fell back onto her couch.
I realized where things were going. “Kara, I need to tell you something.”
She pulled back. “What?”
“This reminds me of my first threesome experience. That was also with a lesbian, or two, actually. And honestly, I kind of felt used. I don’t think that we should have sex unless it’s really meaningful.”
Kara was surprised, but agreed with me. She brought out some bedding and set up the couch for me to sleep on.
In the morning, I was amazed to wake up and found that my hands had been bound above my head, and a blindfold had been placed over my eyes. I could smell Kara’s perfume and feel her stroking my abs.
“Kara…this feels amazing, but like I told you, I don’t want to do anything unless it’s meaningful.”
She whispered in my ear, “Oh, this will be meaningful, Jake. You’re a first guy I’ve been with who really respected me.”
I felt a little nervous. “Should we use a safe word, or something?”
She laughed a little. “No. This is going to be so amazing, I am going to fuck you so good, that we won’t need a safe word.
She proceeded to go down on me, making my cock stiff by licking and sucking me with her mouth and lips before she climbed on top of me and rode me to climax. She did other things to me, that I could never put in words, it was incredible. She had made her own line of candles called "Pride Candel", and took one of them and proceeded to drip hot wax on my body, along my chest down to my waist, torso, cock, and balls, often quietly giggling at my pain. At the end, she released my hands but kept me blindfolding, head resting on my chest, hands caressing me. I held her firmly, we both knew, a night, a moment, never to be spoken about in public.
We stayed great friends afterwards, often hanging out and joking around with each other. We never really talked about it, but I knew we would never be together again sexually, and she told me on several times that if she ever chose to be with a guy again, it would be me.
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BOOK "THE SPICE OF LIFE"
When we went inside the house, things got intense. She poured us both some wine and we started chatting. I told her about some of my sexual history, including the stories of Elaine and Tina. I had mentioned Elaine to her before, but Kara was a great listener and this time I went into more detail about my experiences.
I wanted her to open up too, so I asked her when she had known that she was a lesbian and that she didn’t like men anymore.
Kara said that when she was younger she had been experimenting with her sexuality. She had spent some time on a rich man’s yacht, boating along the Jersey Shore in the summer.
At the time, she was the only woman on board, with several young guys in their twenties.
“What were they like?”, I asked.
“Oh, they were mostly really good guys. Young, fit and hot. I liked almost all of them, except for one. He was a real asshole. I could smell it on him.”
“So what happened?”
“I agreed to have group sex with three of the of the guys, the ones I really liked. But the fourth man, the one I really despised, decided to force himself into the group sex. We were all pretty drunk, but I still was really clear about not wanting to be with him. I specifically told the extra guy that I didn’t want him to participate or to have sex with me, in any way.” Kara’s eyes were full of pain as she told the story. I put my arm around her.
“So, he didn’t listen?”
“No. It…it ended up being something very similar to a gang rape, because the other men – the guys that I thought were my friends -- didn’t stop the other guy from being part of the sex act. I was telling them “no” but and I was basically forced to have sex with all of them at the same time. “
I was really shocked and sad for her, but I asked her why she hadn’t fought back and tried to wrestle her way out of the situation. Kara was a tall, sturdy girl; she was extremely athletic and could take on most guys.
“Oh yeah?” She said. “You think I should have wrestled my way out?”
“Uh huh.” I nodded.
“Kinda like this…?” Smiling, Kara grabbed me and started wrestling with me. We fell back onto her couch.
I realized where things were going. “Kara, I need to tell you something.”
She pulled back. “What?”
“This reminds me of my first threesome experience. That was also with a lesbian, or two, actually. And honestly, I kind of felt used. I don’t think that we should have sex unless it’s really meaningful.”
Kara was surprised, but agreed with me. She brought out some bedding and set up the couch for me to sleep on.
In the morning, I was amazed to wake up and found that my hands had been bound above my head, and a blindfold had been placed over my eyes. I could smell Kara’s perfume and feel her stroking my abs.
“Kara…this feels amazing, but like I told you, I don’t want to do anything unless it’s meaningful.”
She whispered in my ear, “Oh, this will be meaningful, Jake. You’re a first guy I’ve been with who really respected me.”
I felt a little nervous. “Should we use a safe word, or something?”
She laughed a little. “No. This is going to be so amazing, I am going to fuck you so good, that we won’t need a safe word.
She proceeded to go down on me, making my cock stiff by licking and sucking me with her mouth and lips before she climbed on top of me and rode me to climax. She did other things to me, that I could never put in words, it was incredible. She had made her own line of candles called "Pride Candel", and took one of them and proceeded to drip hot wax on my body, along my chest down to my waist, torso, cock, and balls, often quietly giggling at my pain. At the end, she released my hands but kept me blindfolding, head resting on my chest, hands caressing me. I held her firmly, we both knew, a night, a moment, never to be spoken about in public.
We stayed great friends afterwards, often hanging out and joking around with each other. We never really talked about it, but I knew we would never be together again sexually, and she told me on several times that if she ever chose to be with a guy again, it would be me.
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