Traumatic Experiences

[sesame]

The idea is to express traumatic events that affected your life. Heres one for starters. Its about a girl that I used to date six years back. She was really shy, sweet and intelligent. And I was beginning to ... you know... like her. Our dating went on for four months and we began to take our relationship seriously. And thats when things began to change rapidly.
We kissed and fondled a lot but never had sex. We decided to give it a try and rented a hotel room. The first two sexual encounters were... ummm really juicy, and we were so much happier with each other. On the third hot rendezvous all went to hell.
She said, she was feeling kinky and had something special for me. Well, the soft graceful person she was, what could her twist be? I had never guessed. She wanted to ride me. Okay, baby, you are on. After some sweet moments of amorous union, she started to talk in the most abusive slang language possible. Her face got twisted, her eyes went crazy as she got more and more excited. She used her nails all over my face neck and back. I was dumbfounded and didnt know her anymore. Who is this mad bitch sitting over me? She was humping me as if there was no tomorrow, and the world will end soon. I felt sharp pain as she bit me on my shoulder and neck. She began to yell obscenities. When I was almost close to cumming, she slapped me on my face a couple of times. I didnt know what more to expect! Then she kissed me ferociously like a tigress and I saw there was blood on her lips and cheek. She had cut my lips and I was bleeding. She then licked me all over my face! Well, I was a little scared and didnt come at all.
She seemed more than satisfied. And when we parted, she hugged me like that old sweet thing she usually seemed to appear and said, we should make love like that more often! (If you can call it LOVE!)
My folks and friends asked me if I had a fight with someone. There were cut marks all over my upper body and face. I had to make up some lame excuses. After that we met a couple of times, but didnt have sex. Finally, a month later, we stopped seeing each other.

[Jenae LaTorque]

Well, goodness me.

If that's was just the beginning, maybe it's a good thing you escaped then with your life.:D

Now I'm curious. Did you ever see her later with another guy? Did he look like he'd been through the grind mill? Did you ever really talk to her about this, or were you too damn scared of her by this point?

Ya know it sounds too me like she had the potential to be a great strap-on mistress. Maybe you check out the local advertisements for such things and see if your old flame is there.:D

[sesame]

I figured that she must have been carrying about a load of repressed emotions. She couldnt express them in normal social life; and on top of that she was very good mannered and gentle (on the outside). So her secret vault must have opened during our intimate moments. I guess I was scared of her after that and she was ashamed of her strange behavior. So it never clicked anymore between us.

[barry]

Originally Posted by sesame

The idea is to express traumatic events that affected your life.

I hope that means you dont mind me sharing, if so my apologies:

i was young, too young to know the difference. i would say maybe 8-10. there was a guy down the street, probably 18-20 years old. we'd hang out and he would get my in my playhouse and start touchin himself. now i know what you all are thinking, this is traumatic how? well it is in the sense that i had no idea about sex at this point other than rolling around on my pillow for some reason made me pee - or so i thought.

anyway he asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend. just play with it. touch it. suck it for me. and so this continued and i didnt have a clue. he would return the favor which felt nice but at the same time i didnt know what the hell i was doing.

well one day it was just too hot outside to be in the clubhouse. so we went downstairs to my parents basement. prepare for the trauma...were doing the usual, both of us are pants-less, his boxers laying on the floor and my little whitey tighties wadded up in the corner. fully engaged in one another when the door opens and were both confronted by who else but my mother.

we scrambled up our clothes and she told him to go home immediately. she later talked to me about it and when asked why i was doing that, i said because he said it was ok that i acted like his girlfriend.

she then explained to me the wrongness of the situation. i harbor a lot of anger towards that guy because i dont know how much he screwed me up in the head. my mom never confronted him or his parents about it.

i guess i still feel like he never got what was coming to him.

[sesame]

Barry, the Loser you are talking about, is a child-molester.
He could go to jail for it!

[barry]

Originally Posted by sesame

Barry, the Loser you are talking about, is a child-molester.
He could go to jail for it!

at that age you dont know what one is so confusion set in and remained here to this day

again why it was never acted upon by my parents is beyond me

[sesame]

Your experience with the Law could have been more traumatic.
Perhaps that is why your parents remained passive.

[barry]

Originally Posted by sesame

Your experience with the Law could have been more traumatic.
Perhaps that is why your parents remained passive.

you know you could be right, never looked at it from that angle

thanks sesame

[sesame]

The Law is never a passive game. Here both sides hit each other.
If your Mom had tried to accuse that man, his lawyer would have tried his best to acquit him. And you would have been caught in that crossfire in front of a full audience. That is not always a pleasant experience for a child.