He was 34
Posted Jan 30, 2014 by anonymous | 2495 views | 3 comments
I'm a Female and I was 15 at the time, but I was sleeping over a friend from tafe's house with another friend, we were drinking and the two girls were dating. They left me to have a shower together and I was with a gay guy, another chick who was supposed to sleep overs boyfriend and an adult dude. The vodka ended up running low so the adult dude poured some of his rum in with my drink and I got smashed. Later that night all us girls were just in shirt and underwear and I was in with the adult guy, he was 34(won't mention any names here) and we were just talking, both smashed drunk. Then he started saying things like(lets call me sarah in this confession): Sarah, Sarah, you're going to get me in trouble. Naturally I was like: The fuck? Then he said: We can make out and that's it. Drunk off my face I figured, ahh well fuck it. We started making out and I was grinding against him, he fingered me and I gave him head but he wouldn't have sex with me because I was underage at first..then after a bit, and he started to give in, I started trying to slide down, but it hurt me so I hopped off. I had had sex before but this was a fully grown man's dick not a Teenagers. We went into his room to find condoms but he didn't find any..We played around a bit more in his bedroom and he ended up spooning me naked, holding my hand. He was a really sweet guy. But I told one of the girls at the sleepover stupidly, and everybody at tafe was spreading rumours about me. He was a good, nice guy, and tbh I wish we had a condom because he was great...especially with his fingers.
Commented Jan 31, 2014 by anonymous
You must not have a sex ride at such underage with having very he-artful pain.
Commented Jan 30, 2014 by anonymous
Good work you are quite dirty, where we you from?
Commented Jan 30, 2014 by anonymous
I would say just consider it a close call, and write it off as a learning lesson. If he's a nice guy, then let it rest. Sometimes we get ourselves in positions that are legally precarious but the pleasure (and alcohol) clouds our judgement.