Saturday, November 15, 2008


I've never told you how I got into barebacking. It was 2003. I had been a good little slut until then, always insisting on a rubber.

This night I was loitering downstairs in the gare routiere. A young guy came in, about 5'7", east european looks and hint of a harelip. We ended up in one of the cubicles. The guy was a natural dom and seriously kinky. Kept me down on my knees, slapped me around, had me lick his arse, worked my tits real hard, had me lick his sneakers. He ended up slipping on a rubber and fucking me standing up.
Fast forward. Later in the year I ran into him again in the bog at saint gervais. Again I started blowing him. He told me to follow, went upstairs and crossed over to the women's side. Back down on my knees, sucking his dick, him fucking my face hard. He hauls me onto my feet, turns me round, pulls down my shorts, twists my arm behind my back and pushes his dick against my arse. So far so good: I like the idea of another dirty rough fuck.

Now he's pushing his dick up against my arsehole. I say he can fuck me but has to wear a rubber. He ignores me, twists my arm further up and pushes his dick into my arse. I tell him to stop, he keeps pushing in.

Here's the thing. He is using force but not violence. I could force him off. I am scared of getting pozzed. But I also want his dick. Now he is fucking me. I let him continue. It is frightening but hot all at once.

He keeps banging my arse. He still has my arm bent up behind my back. I bend further forward as he pumps in and out. He doesn't have a huge dick but he is hard and rough.

I tell him not to come in my arse. He carries on then pulls out, pushes me onto the floor and shoves his dick into my mouth as he blows.

I go home torn between anxiety and excitement about being forced to take a raw dick up my arse.

A few months later I was in Berlin in Stahlrohr having to make the choice myself. I'll tell you about it another time.

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