Game - private question, public answer

many years ago at this point while working on a job site, a razor knife slipped and sliced through my forearm all the way to the bone. the moment i realized what had happened i wrapped my hand around the wound and raised the arm above my head. i calmly walked over to a few of the other guys on the job and said that i needed a towel and a ride to the hospital. the accident resulted in 26 stitches and a three inch scar on my wrist. i was fired from that job for misusing the knife and liability reasons. the moment stands out because of the vivid lasting memory, the scar i bear and see everyday, and because of the many lessons i learned. amoung those being that i am not cut out for every job, that life will put you in situations where either you survive or you dont, and that all decision whether conscious or not have consequences. i hope this wasnt too deep or too long of an answer.
 
many years ago at this point while working on a job site, a razor knife slipped and sliced through my forearm all the way to the bone. the moment i realized what had happened i wrapped my hand around the wound and raised the arm above my head. i calmly walked over to a few of the other guys on the job and said that i needed a towel and a ride to the hospital. the accident resulted in 26 stitches and a three inch scar on my wrist. i was fired from that job for misusing the knife and liability reasons. the moment stands out because of the vivid lasting memory, the scar i bear and see everyday, and because of the many lessons i learned. amoung those being that i am not cut out for every job, that life will put you in situations where either you survive or you dont, and that all decision whether conscious or not have consequences. i hope this wasnt too deep or too long of an answer.
Woh. Hope it turned out well afterward
 
Knowing me first I’d try to use the hardback book sleeve and oil to separate the doors enough to wedge the paddle in, allowing leverage for us to try and open the door and asses if we could get out. If yes, I grab the oil, zip ties and paddle before I ask her for a drink(s) to decompress. We wind up going to her place where I strip her, zip tie her face down to the for bedposts, use the oil to massage her exposed backside, spank her ass methodically, gradually from my open hand to the paddle, then fuck her oiled ass from behind, finishing on her reddened plump cheeks. Rinse and repeat all day. It was a traumatic moment for both of us…

…and if that didn’t work I’d probably make a too- subtle sexual reference, blow it, have to pee in the elevator because we’re trapped, and never see her again,

The End
 
Such a great game to meet new people. I’m open to questions this morning - especially since I’m working!
 
Have to say … not really too much in this area. Hasn’t been an interest of mine but did watch a roommate have sex who was also male but didn’t get involved.
 
Twice in 1 day with an ex we had sex in public view. One on the hotel balcony, she was bent over the glass and her tities bouncing down towards the busy street below! The puns has just emptied, so we received lots of encouragement! The next day, in a local park, we had another go, fucking on a fallen tree in view of the path! It was amazing hearing people walk by while we fucked each other!
 
Perhaps my first time outside was the most spontaneous and surprising. It was outside in a state park on a mountain where anyone could have come along, and you could see for miles around. It wasn’t planned and it was amazing to just want each other so much.
 
Approximately two weeks ago. It was after a party. I felt too pretty that day in my dress. I was encouraged by the looks and flirtations of some men (including yours).

No.

Definitely a Bondage experience.

I really like the ones that are direct and show some intelligence combined with a sense of humor.
 
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