(X-rated) February 20, 2024:
The following morning I had a breakfast date with Reece. He was taking me out to a fancy little place called The Boatshed Cafe. He told me to meet him at the boat dock. He showed up looking super classy while I was in the middle of picking spiky things off of my ripped up neon purple knee high socks. I apologized for not being able to dress up with the attire I had on me. He didn’t mind.
It was a very chill date, it felt comfortable and easy going. I appreciated that he bought me food and in general was very chivalrous. I had to excuse myself early because I needed to hitchhike to the city center. I had one very last thing to do on my bucket list: NEVIS BUNGY JUMP. He entirely understood and let me go. He held my hand and walked me over to the main road where I got a ride in seconds.
I had time to kill so I walked around a few stores in QT. I felt super flirty with everyone so I played around with the energy. I saw a hottie on the street smoking a cigarette. He had a ‘dad bod’ with tattoos and was very tall. I was curious to hear what his voice sounded like so I approached him and asked him for help in finding Lord of the Rings stickers for my friend Jimmy Dean. He was a local but had no idea where to find them. He pointed to a store across the street that might have some so I went to check it out. No luck. As I was leaving the store, I saw him standing at the coffee shop next door. I passed through his vicinity since he was directly on the path. I wondered if he did that on purpose. I talked with him some more, then he invited me to come on the water boat tour.
“Are you working right now?“ I asked.
“Well, I’m technically supposed to be in a meetin’ right now,” he said, “but I’m the boss of my own company, so it helps I can do what I want. I went to buy a coffee for myself, instead.”
He kept the conversation going with me and I gave him so many opportunities to make a move on me, but nada. He eye fucked me then seductively told me to stop by and see him. I rolled my eyes and walked away. Maybe that was his move, but I preferred something more forward and blunt.
Then, I walked over to the bungy check-in desk and contemplated what was so terribly wrong with my life that I would actively pay $400 to strike fear into my body. There was an extremely handsome man working there, a hotter version of the first guy that helped me out a few weeks ago. I overheard his American accent. Fuck. I never thought I would say it, but good lord I missed getting fucked by American boys. I eye fucked him with fierce intensity and made sure he knew what I wanted. Suddenly he walked all the way over to me, avoiding the other customers in need of help.
“I’ll help check you in over here, Miss,” he said.
“You American?” I asked.
“Yeah, what gave it away?” he asked.
“Your accent.”
“Well I could be from Canada.”
“Touché,” I said. “Well, where are you from?”
“Massachusetts. And you?”
“I live on the Big Island,” I said.
“Oh, how cool! I went to visit the botanical gardens there. You know what place I’m talking about?”
“No,” I said, “I never even knew we had botanical gardens.”
He looked it up on his computer and had me step in the back to look at it. I stood close to him, our arms brushing up against each other.
Mm, his name was James. He asked where my name was from, saying he could hear a specific kine accent that wasn’t like a regular American one. I did a thing where I made a very slight accent on purpose so that men could pick up on it.
He tried to hold a long conversation with me, however there was a line of people forming behind me so he had to be mature and get back to work. I could tell he had things other than work on his mind. He had me step on the scale to weigh me, then asked for my hand so he could write a number on it. He continued to hold my hand as he looked at the computer to confirm what he was writing.
“Sorry for holding your hand so long,” he said.
“I don’t mind,” I said flirtatiously.
“Neither do I,” he said seductively.
His hands suddenly grew shaky and hot, then he told me to go sit in the waiting room until they were ready to go. I followed his orders and sat down where I could watch him. I liked to study my prey and fantasize about what they might taste like once I caught them. He kept glancing over at me, sure as hell he was visualizing what it would be like to fuck me.
A cyclist guy approached me then sat down next to me. He instigated a conversation, his name was Javier and he decided he would be checking this off his bucket list as well. He was hitting on me hard all the while I had my eyes locked on James. I knew he knew I wanted him, too—I wasn’t keeping it a secret. I watched James tear a receipt and write something on it.
I think he’s writing his number down for me, I thought to myself.
He slipped it into his pocket then looked over at me and started to walk over, however he turned around when he saw I was in the middle of conversing with the cyclist.
He definitely wrote down his number.
I could tell Javier was super interested in me, but I wanted to fuck the hot guy from Massachusetts way more. He was looking for a comfortable way to subtly pass down his information and was clearly struggling to do so, so I decided to help him out.
I excused myself, then walked over to James and said, “Hey, James, can you tell me where the bathroom is?”
There was a bunch of his employees and customers around so I kept it casual. Luckily he could tell through my eyes what I was getting at.
“Let me show you,” he said.
He walked me over then I asked him what his plans were for the end of the day.
“I might have to help a friend move but if I don’t, I get off at 4:30 and will be free.”
God his lips look so good when he talks to me. Hope he’ll take an hour off to fuck me with that mouth.
“Why? You wanna do something?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” I said.
“Good,” he said, “because I was gonna ask you the same thing. I even wrote my number down for you because I found you really cute.”
He handed me the receipt then told me to reach out out to him.
It was time to board the bus so we could all consciously jump off a 134m cliff. James gestured for me to text him so I gave him a thumbs up and sent him a message. Javier sat next to me during the ride and started talking about some girl that was all over him whom he rejected. I think he was trying to make me jealous but it just turned me off, instead.
The bus driver was hysterical. As soon as we got moving he says, “It will be a 45 minute drive to the Nevis Bungy which will give ya plenty of time to think about what ya signed up for.”
He did a quick stop twenty minutes in, showing us some people hopping off a bridge and diving face first towards the water. “This is the first bungy jump spot,” he says. My eyes widened as he continued, “And the one you guys will be jumping from will be three times higher than this.”
I accidentally yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK” throughout the whole bus, then shut my mouth with both hands.
I couldn’t believe I paid money for something like this. I watched as another person hopped off the bridge and thought to myself, What crazy fucking idiot would think about doing something like this?!
We drove up the mountain, then got off the bus. We could see the bungy station floating dangerously in between two mountains, hanging on nothing but wires connected to rock faces.
Our guide says, “Okay guys, first thing you’re goin’ to see is the catapult and the swing, and waaay below that is the ground.”
It was clear he had fun making our bodies squirm with adrenaline. We went to get the first pieces of gear on. Javier became extremely flirty with me, biting his lips, giving winks and touching my lower back as he moved around my vicinity. It would’ve been quick and easy if I was actually interested in him. Javier wanted to hang out with me, too, but eh. Although he was physically attractive, I wasn’t vibing with his pheromones. I contemplated telling him he could fuck me doggy style in the bathroom, but something felt off so it was a ‘no’ for me.
We took a moving cart out to the station and I was impulsively shouting “fuck” every so often to calm the nerves. We arrived—of course they put glass underneath our footing, as if the fear of heights wasn’t already bad enough. I couldn’t believe how young the workers looked and that they would be the ones maneuvering all the gadgets and straps. What if they make a mistake?
A strong, sexy, tall tatted man told me to stand in front of him so he could strap me up.
“Widen your stance,” he said as he made his way in, using intricate skills strapping me up tight.
I cannot explain the mental work I had to do to keep myself from shoving his face down into my crotch. I was trying so hard to calm myself down but my nipples were giving it away that I was insanely turned on. I even felt cum drip out of my pussy. I got a whiff of my scent, further turning me on.
Then, I stood in line and started shaking from fear.
How come everyone looks so calm except for me?
I started crying like a baby. It was kind of funny because no one cared. They strapped me up with more gadgets and had me walk through the gate and sit in a chair. They leaned it back abruptly and for a moment I thought I was going to flip upside down and over the cliff, so I held onto the chair for dear life.
“Look up at the camera and smile for the picture,” he said.
I forced a tight smile. Then I started crying when he walked away to prepare the platform. I had a hard time keeping myself together. The workers looked so annoyed, as if they were thinking, Goddamnit, we got a cryer.
Then, they had me stand on the ledge that overlooked the river. Jagged, dry rocks surrounded me—my legs weak.
I turned around and asked, “What if I pee myself?”
The girl laughed and said, “It’s okay, it happens.”
They started counting down from five. When they said “one,” without thinking I did a swan dive over the cliff. The first second or two felt liberating, then I started thinking about what the fuck I was doing with my life. I started screaming at the top of my lungs as I felt my stomach drop. Once I accepted the fact there was no going back, I felt my mind go into a quiet state.
Suddenly I felt the pressure of the rope stretch and the next moment I was flying back up and that was when I started laughing hysterically. I held my hands over my heart and started crying tears of joy. I didn’t let myself think too much about the fact I was dangling over a cliff by only an elastic rope. They pulled me back up surprised that I was still upside down. Most everyone else released a strap that would automatically flip them right side up.
I felt so proud of myself. I felt it was so symbolic of the things of this apparent world, such as how we get into our heads over something that feels so scary and how we work ourselves up only to find that it can be met with laughter rather than fear. The whole experience went by so quickly. It was really nothing to be afraid of. I also felt proud of myself for being in a state of fear to the point of tears and in that moment I still found the courage to take a leap of faith—symbolically and literally! The workers weren’t allowed to do it for me, I had to actually take the step and jump on my own. Apparently they used to be allowed to push people off the edge, but not anymore.
I think we all experienced some sort of adrenaline crash after the fact because everyone was so tired and quiet on the bus ride back. So, a funny thing happened. I thought I was texting James the few hours I was away, but turned out I was dirty talking to somebody entirely different. It wasn’t until I got back to QT did the dude tell me I had the wrong number. I was so embarrassed because the guy was going along with it. I studied the receipt James had given me and realized I mixed up the numbers—his 4’s appeared like 9’s.
I told James what apparently happened and he laughed and apologized for his shitty handwriting. He said he was about to look me up in the system and reach out to me on his own. We got everything straightened out and planned to hang out around 7 or 8.
“What kind of dirty things were you messaging?” he asked.
“You’ll find out,” I said.
I walked around QT for a little while longer, then laid down in a patch of grass and blended in with the crowd. I tried to figure out how I could do all these crazy things in my life, but I couldn’t seem to control the driving force of my pussy. I had a business that I seemed great at managing, I had challenging adventures in my life that I found easy to plan/navigate and I was good at letting go, yet the one thing I couldn’t seem to manage was my raging hormones.
I felt sad as the adrenaline wore down. I felt alone. I didn’t want to bask in sorrow anymore so I hitched back to Frankton and met up with the young guy from London. He asked what I wanted to do. I made it very clear I wanted to go over to his house because I knew the other guy wanted to meet up at around the same time. He was all for it, perfectly on the same page.
He led me into his home, kissing me as if he had been looking forward to it all day. He was smaller than me physically so it felt really odd, but I knew he would have a nice cock so I was excited. He got me on his bed then took a picture of me using his Polaroid camera. We continued kissing followed by undressing each other. He was immediately hard for me so I slithered my way down and began sucking.
Yup, big cock. Why was it always the skinny guys with the biggest dicks?
He started biting my neck and I pulled away, knowing I was going to meet up with James soon. I didn’t want any evidence. I rode him for a little, but I wasn’t that into it, so I had him fuck me. I turned around and took him doggy style and it started to feel a lot better. Don’t get me wrong, his cock felt absolutely magnificent, it was just hard for me to get into it when he had a smaller body frame than me.
He flipped me onto my back then grabbed the camera to take another Polaroid picture. I was laying naked on his bed, touching myself.
Is this a memento he will keep before he murders me? Momentary thought.
Then, he pulled me back into his vicinity to continue penetrating me. As he was thrusting, he said, “Mm, there’s that face of yours that does mind control on people.” He thrusted balls deep and held himself still… throbbing, stretching me. My eyes rolled back then centered back on his. “I like those eyes you’re giving me right now, as if you’re completely sedated off my cock.”
The dirty talk was definitely helping me get into it more. He threw me all around the bed, fucking me every which way until I was entirely pau. Afterwards, we cuddled for a short moment.
“I’m going to miss you,” he said, “even though I’ve known you less than 24 hours.”
He offered me to spend the night at his place. It was tempting, but I wanted to stay at Rhonda’s instead. I got dressed then went home to brush my hair before I met up with James. I didn’t shower or cover myself up with any perfume. I didn’t want to mask the scent of Reece’s cock on my skin.
As I was waiting for James to pick me up, I watched Rhonda and Nigel play a board game together. They were in their own world. I felt mesmerized by how they interacted with each other—the love they shared in their relationship felt so out of reach in my life. I looked at the warm light reflecting onto the cards and had a flashback of my childhood—faded visuals of the way I used to play the same games with my family and friends, laughing and surrounded in a healthy space of love. I started to wonder where I went wrong. Too much to think about. Too much pain to follow that train of thought right now.
James showed up and I hopped in his car, ready to be fucked like a whore. I knew he would treat my pussy right. I loved that we had an instantaneous connection. With him, it was easy. I felt extremely attracted to his body and flirtatious personality. He could quickly meet me with the same raunchy humor that I needed to keep my mind distracted from the pain.
He drove me to the lakeside where I had met up with Reece. He figured it would be a secluded, romantic spot.
“I want to drive somewhere else,” I said, “to a more remote spot.”
So, we cruised through a neighborhood and I saw something run across the road that looked like a porcupine.
“Oh my god. No fucking way!” I shouted, “there’s a porcupine! Stop the car! I have to save it!”
He stopped the car and yelled, “Go go go!”
I ran until I saw a black shadow moving across the street. It hid underneath the tire of a parked car. Turned out, it was a hedgehog! I had never seen one in real life before. I couldn’t believe how fucking cute of an animal existed. Naturally, I picked it up and James came to check it out.
“We have to bring it to safety,” I said.
“Did you just pick it up?!“ he asked. “You’re fucking crazy. How is it not stabbing you right now?”
“It is,” I said.
He opened the car door for me and I asked him to turn off the music so the loud noises wouldn’t scare the small critter.
“I know he’s a hedgehog but I prefer to call him a porcupine,” I said. I cupped him in my hands and stared at it in awe as we drove a couple of minutes down the road. “Do you think he’s scared?” I asked as it breathed in the palm of my hands.
“Yeah he’s probably petrified right now,” he said, “he probably didn’t need us to save him.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he was fine just where he was at,” I agreed.
“Yeah, he’s probably like, ‘Fucking Christ, now I have to walk all the way back up the road.’”
We named him Stickers then dropped him off in an open meadow. He stabbed me one last time before he left. We continued our drive and saw hundreds of bunnies. There seemed to be some sort of bunny gathering we were not aware of. James parked the car in an empty dirt lot then said he had to take a piss. I smiled naughtily, but he didn’t pick up on the idea I might want some.
When he finished pissing, he opened the car door and I perched up on my knees as he leaned down to kiss me.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he mumbled over my lips.
He was, too—by far.
I pulled him back in. “I’m really happy you actually made a move on me and gave me your number versus it being the other way around,” I said.
“Oh yeah,” he said, “always.”
He was rock hard the moment I started grabbing at his thighs. I took my clothes off for him and he began groping at every part of my naked skin. He started biting my neck and I told him he couldn’t do that because I was about to see my parents in a couple of days and didn’t want any marks. Normally, I wanted to be covered in bruises and indentations.
I mounted him and he began to ask if I was clean, clearly nervous for what I was about to say next.
“Yes,” I said, then kissed his neck, trying to keep the sexual energy in tact.
“Seriously?” he asked. “Please, just please tell me.” His voice shifted, now sounding as if he was whining.
“I already told you, yes.”
It turned into a recurring question that he kept asking in the heat of the moment, even after I had pinky promised him that I was clean. Yeah, a pinky promise. I felt as if I was dealing with a man child all of a sudden. I started getting annoyed because it felt as if I was being made out to be really dirty because I enjoyed to get around. And with me, I liked to say something once and be heard rather than asked the same question multiple times. It really turned me off when men needed reassurance.
“When’s the last time you slept with someone?” he asked.
There’s no fucking way I’m telling him I slept with someone less than an hour ago.
I was getting really into it and then he begins to ask me if I’m on birth control to which I say ‘no’ and he freaks out again.
“I know my body really well,” I said, “I’m not going to get pregnant.”
He didn’t understand that I could feel things at another level and so my patience was wearing thin. I really liked when a man would just shutup and fuck me and not get all squeamish about STD’s or birth control. It was a huge buzz kill. I really hated being asked how many partners I had been with and how recently, because honestly I didn’t care who they were with or when. None of my business. I knew that I was having raw sex with strangers, and in the end, it comes down to a consensual decision made between two people. Both parties should have the awareness of what they are getting into, and, if I trust someone enough to let them stick their raw dick inside of me then I expect the same trust back, otherwise it just ends up feeling like a nuisance.
He took himself out and said, “No no this is really dumb, we’re acting really stupid. We should really wear a condom.” Then, he looked at my naked body and mumbled, “but it’s really hard to say no to you when you’re sitting naked on top of me.”
I rolled my eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever felt annoyed of having an attractive man’s hard cock sitting underneath my naked pussy. At that point I just wanted to get it over with, so I pulled out the dominatrix energy.
I grabbed his cock and said, “Trust me,” then slipped him back into my pussy.
I felt so tight. I rode him at the pace I liked, then a few cars drove by, one even pulled into the lot behind us. I smirked. Lucky for me, he wasn’t phased and liked the audience just as much. He kept grabbing at my tits telling me how hot I was, unable to believe he was fucking me. I felt him getting rock hard real fast, then he tells me he’s going to cum.
“Where do you want it, baby?” he groaned.
I told him I wanted to swallow even though I desired a creampie. I got off his dick then wrapped my mouth around him, his sweet pre-cum mixing in with my own juicy scent. He started moaning deeper and deeper, thrusting his hips into my mouth faster and faster until finally he busted his load. His cum was hot and filling, but I was left feeling unsatisfied.
After he was done riding the wave, he told me how nice and tight my pussy felt, loving the way my mouth felt gliding up and down his cock. I was happy he enjoyed himself.
“I jerked off right before I met up with you,” he said, “otherwise I would’ve busted even faster than that.”
I hated when guys did that because that meant I would have less of their cum. I didn’t mind going multiple rounds, plus, I would have loved to watch. It was one of my biggest turn ons watching men stroke themselves. It would get me wet instantaneously.
“I wanted you the second I looked at you,” I said.
“Oh I know,” he said, “you made it clear you were horny as fuck. On my end, too.” He started getting dressed. “I loved how we both felt the vibe and were having this energetic communication beneath the words we were speaking.”
I loved how all of our honest thoughts came out after we fucked. I liked sharing what we were thinking/feeling when we first crossed paths.
“You know, I really wanted to tell you to just meet me upstairs,” he admitted, “I would’ve snuck you into a conference room. We have a lot of empty rooms.”
“Oh I would’ve loved that,” I said. “Fuck, that would’ve been such a turn on. I would’ve done it in a heartbeat.”
“Yeah it’s hard to tell with women nowadays,” he said, “for all I know that could’ve sent you in a totally different direction if I didn’t play my cards right. And honestly, I actually thought there was a huge catch because you’re a super hot Lithuanian chick who blatantly wanted to have sex and nothing more.”
“Yeah, it usually scares dudes off because they convince themselves there’s some sort of catch and then it never ends up unfolding,” I said.
It happened more often than I revealed. Usually I would end up feeling sexually frustrated because they didn’t take the opportunity to fuck me silly.
“Sucks for them,” he said. “It’s so hot how I only knew you for less than 10 hours. I’ve never hooked up with someone so fast, let alone felt such an instantaneous connection.”
I didn’t agree.
“It probably happens to you all of the time, doesn’t it?” he asked.
“Quite often,” I said.
I noticed the way my entire demeanor changed after I fucked him. I became cold and uninterested. I wanted to go home and finish myself off.
The following morning I had a breakfast date with Reece. He was taking me out to a fancy little place called The Boatshed Cafe. He told me to meet him at the boat dock. He showed up looking super classy while I was in the middle of picking spiky things off of my ripped up neon purple knee high socks. I apologized for not being able to dress up with the attire I had on me. He didn’t mind.
It was a very chill date, it felt comfortable and easy going. I appreciated that he bought me food and in general was very chivalrous. I had to excuse myself early because I needed to hitchhike to the city center. I had one very last thing to do on my bucket list: NEVIS BUNGY JUMP. He entirely understood and let me go. He held my hand and walked me over to the main road where I got a ride in seconds.
I had time to kill so I walked around a few stores in QT. I felt super flirty with everyone so I played around with the energy. I saw a hottie on the street smoking a cigarette. He had a ‘dad bod’ with tattoos and was very tall. I was curious to hear what his voice sounded like so I approached him and asked him for help in finding Lord of the Rings stickers for my friend Jimmy Dean. He was a local but had no idea where to find them. He pointed to a store across the street that might have some so I went to check it out. No luck. As I was leaving the store, I saw him standing at the coffee shop next door. I passed through his vicinity since he was directly on the path. I wondered if he did that on purpose. I talked with him some more, then he invited me to come on the water boat tour.
“Are you working right now?“ I asked.
“Well, I’m technically supposed to be in a meetin’ right now,” he said, “but I’m the boss of my own company, so it helps I can do what I want. I went to buy a coffee for myself, instead.”
He kept the conversation going with me and I gave him so many opportunities to make a move on me, but nada. He eye fucked me then seductively told me to stop by and see him. I rolled my eyes and walked away. Maybe that was his move, but I preferred something more forward and blunt.
Then, I walked over to the bungy check-in desk and contemplated what was so terribly wrong with my life that I would actively pay $400 to strike fear into my body. There was an extremely handsome man working there, a hotter version of the first guy that helped me out a few weeks ago. I overheard his American accent. Fuck. I never thought I would say it, but good lord I missed getting fucked by American boys. I eye fucked him with fierce intensity and made sure he knew what I wanted. Suddenly he walked all the way over to me, avoiding the other customers in need of help.
“I’ll help check you in over here, Miss,” he said.
“You American?” I asked.
“Yeah, what gave it away?” he asked.
“Your accent.”
“Well I could be from Canada.”
“Touché,” I said. “Well, where are you from?”
“Massachusetts. And you?”
“I live on the Big Island,” I said.
“Oh, how cool! I went to visit the botanical gardens there. You know what place I’m talking about?”
“No,” I said, “I never even knew we had botanical gardens.”
He looked it up on his computer and had me step in the back to look at it. I stood close to him, our arms brushing up against each other.
Mm, his name was James. He asked where my name was from, saying he could hear a specific kine accent that wasn’t like a regular American one. I did a thing where I made a very slight accent on purpose so that men could pick up on it.
He tried to hold a long conversation with me, however there was a line of people forming behind me so he had to be mature and get back to work. I could tell he had things other than work on his mind. He had me step on the scale to weigh me, then asked for my hand so he could write a number on it. He continued to hold my hand as he looked at the computer to confirm what he was writing.
“Sorry for holding your hand so long,” he said.
“I don’t mind,” I said flirtatiously.
“Neither do I,” he said seductively.
His hands suddenly grew shaky and hot, then he told me to go sit in the waiting room until they were ready to go. I followed his orders and sat down where I could watch him. I liked to study my prey and fantasize about what they might taste like once I caught them. He kept glancing over at me, sure as hell he was visualizing what it would be like to fuck me.
A cyclist guy approached me then sat down next to me. He instigated a conversation, his name was Javier and he decided he would be checking this off his bucket list as well. He was hitting on me hard all the while I had my eyes locked on James. I knew he knew I wanted him, too—I wasn’t keeping it a secret. I watched James tear a receipt and write something on it.
I think he’s writing his number down for me, I thought to myself.
He slipped it into his pocket then looked over at me and started to walk over, however he turned around when he saw I was in the middle of conversing with the cyclist.
He definitely wrote down his number.
I could tell Javier was super interested in me, but I wanted to fuck the hot guy from Massachusetts way more. He was looking for a comfortable way to subtly pass down his information and was clearly struggling to do so, so I decided to help him out.
I excused myself, then walked over to James and said, “Hey, James, can you tell me where the bathroom is?”
There was a bunch of his employees and customers around so I kept it casual. Luckily he could tell through my eyes what I was getting at.
“Let me show you,” he said.
He walked me over then I asked him what his plans were for the end of the day.
“I might have to help a friend move but if I don’t, I get off at 4:30 and will be free.”
God his lips look so good when he talks to me. Hope he’ll take an hour off to fuck me with that mouth.
“Why? You wanna do something?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” I said.
“Good,” he said, “because I was gonna ask you the same thing. I even wrote my number down for you because I found you really cute.”
He handed me the receipt then told me to reach out out to him.
It was time to board the bus so we could all consciously jump off a 134m cliff. James gestured for me to text him so I gave him a thumbs up and sent him a message. Javier sat next to me during the ride and started talking about some girl that was all over him whom he rejected. I think he was trying to make me jealous but it just turned me off, instead.
The bus driver was hysterical. As soon as we got moving he says, “It will be a 45 minute drive to the Nevis Bungy which will give ya plenty of time to think about what ya signed up for.”
He did a quick stop twenty minutes in, showing us some people hopping off a bridge and diving face first towards the water. “This is the first bungy jump spot,” he says. My eyes widened as he continued, “And the one you guys will be jumping from will be three times higher than this.”
I accidentally yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK” throughout the whole bus, then shut my mouth with both hands.
I couldn’t believe I paid money for something like this. I watched as another person hopped off the bridge and thought to myself, What crazy fucking idiot would think about doing something like this?!
We drove up the mountain, then got off the bus. We could see the bungy station floating dangerously in between two mountains, hanging on nothing but wires connected to rock faces.
Our guide says, “Okay guys, first thing you’re goin’ to see is the catapult and the swing, and waaay below that is the ground.”
It was clear he had fun making our bodies squirm with adrenaline. We went to get the first pieces of gear on. Javier became extremely flirty with me, biting his lips, giving winks and touching my lower back as he moved around my vicinity. It would’ve been quick and easy if I was actually interested in him. Javier wanted to hang out with me, too, but eh. Although he was physically attractive, I wasn’t vibing with his pheromones. I contemplated telling him he could fuck me doggy style in the bathroom, but something felt off so it was a ‘no’ for me.
We took a moving cart out to the station and I was impulsively shouting “fuck” every so often to calm the nerves. We arrived—of course they put glass underneath our footing, as if the fear of heights wasn’t already bad enough. I couldn’t believe how young the workers looked and that they would be the ones maneuvering all the gadgets and straps. What if they make a mistake?
A strong, sexy, tall tatted man told me to stand in front of him so he could strap me up.
“Widen your stance,” he said as he made his way in, using intricate skills strapping me up tight.
I cannot explain the mental work I had to do to keep myself from shoving his face down into my crotch. I was trying so hard to calm myself down but my nipples were giving it away that I was insanely turned on. I even felt cum drip out of my pussy. I got a whiff of my scent, further turning me on.
Then, I stood in line and started shaking from fear.
How come everyone looks so calm except for me?
I started crying like a baby. It was kind of funny because no one cared. They strapped me up with more gadgets and had me walk through the gate and sit in a chair. They leaned it back abruptly and for a moment I thought I was going to flip upside down and over the cliff, so I held onto the chair for dear life.
“Look up at the camera and smile for the picture,” he said.
I forced a tight smile. Then I started crying when he walked away to prepare the platform. I had a hard time keeping myself together. The workers looked so annoyed, as if they were thinking, Goddamnit, we got a cryer.
Then, they had me stand on the ledge that overlooked the river. Jagged, dry rocks surrounded me—my legs weak.
I turned around and asked, “What if I pee myself?”
The girl laughed and said, “It’s okay, it happens.”
They started counting down from five. When they said “one,” without thinking I did a swan dive over the cliff. The first second or two felt liberating, then I started thinking about what the fuck I was doing with my life. I started screaming at the top of my lungs as I felt my stomach drop. Once I accepted the fact there was no going back, I felt my mind go into a quiet state.
Suddenly I felt the pressure of the rope stretch and the next moment I was flying back up and that was when I started laughing hysterically. I held my hands over my heart and started crying tears of joy. I didn’t let myself think too much about the fact I was dangling over a cliff by only an elastic rope. They pulled me back up surprised that I was still upside down. Most everyone else released a strap that would automatically flip them right side up.
I felt so proud of myself. I felt it was so symbolic of the things of this apparent world, such as how we get into our heads over something that feels so scary and how we work ourselves up only to find that it can be met with laughter rather than fear. The whole experience went by so quickly. It was really nothing to be afraid of. I also felt proud of myself for being in a state of fear to the point of tears and in that moment I still found the courage to take a leap of faith—symbolically and literally! The workers weren’t allowed to do it for me, I had to actually take the step and jump on my own. Apparently they used to be allowed to push people off the edge, but not anymore.
I think we all experienced some sort of adrenaline crash after the fact because everyone was so tired and quiet on the bus ride back. So, a funny thing happened. I thought I was texting James the few hours I was away, but turned out I was dirty talking to somebody entirely different. It wasn’t until I got back to QT did the dude tell me I had the wrong number. I was so embarrassed because the guy was going along with it. I studied the receipt James had given me and realized I mixed up the numbers—his 4’s appeared like 9’s.
I told James what apparently happened and he laughed and apologized for his shitty handwriting. He said he was about to look me up in the system and reach out to me on his own. We got everything straightened out and planned to hang out around 7 or 8.
“What kind of dirty things were you messaging?” he asked.
“You’ll find out,” I said.
I walked around QT for a little while longer, then laid down in a patch of grass and blended in with the crowd. I tried to figure out how I could do all these crazy things in my life, but I couldn’t seem to control the driving force of my pussy. I had a business that I seemed great at managing, I had challenging adventures in my life that I found easy to plan/navigate and I was good at letting go, yet the one thing I couldn’t seem to manage was my raging hormones.
I felt sad as the adrenaline wore down. I felt alone. I didn’t want to bask in sorrow anymore so I hitched back to Frankton and met up with the young guy from London. He asked what I wanted to do. I made it very clear I wanted to go over to his house because I knew the other guy wanted to meet up at around the same time. He was all for it, perfectly on the same page.
He led me into his home, kissing me as if he had been looking forward to it all day. He was smaller than me physically so it felt really odd, but I knew he would have a nice cock so I was excited. He got me on his bed then took a picture of me using his Polaroid camera. We continued kissing followed by undressing each other. He was immediately hard for me so I slithered my way down and began sucking.
Yup, big cock. Why was it always the skinny guys with the biggest dicks?
He started biting my neck and I pulled away, knowing I was going to meet up with James soon. I didn’t want any evidence. I rode him for a little, but I wasn’t that into it, so I had him fuck me. I turned around and took him doggy style and it started to feel a lot better. Don’t get me wrong, his cock felt absolutely magnificent, it was just hard for me to get into it when he had a smaller body frame than me.
He flipped me onto my back then grabbed the camera to take another Polaroid picture. I was laying naked on his bed, touching myself.
Is this a memento he will keep before he murders me? Momentary thought.
Then, he pulled me back into his vicinity to continue penetrating me. As he was thrusting, he said, “Mm, there’s that face of yours that does mind control on people.” He thrusted balls deep and held himself still… throbbing, stretching me. My eyes rolled back then centered back on his. “I like those eyes you’re giving me right now, as if you’re completely sedated off my cock.”
The dirty talk was definitely helping me get into it more. He threw me all around the bed, fucking me every which way until I was entirely pau. Afterwards, we cuddled for a short moment.
“I’m going to miss you,” he said, “even though I’ve known you less than 24 hours.”
He offered me to spend the night at his place. It was tempting, but I wanted to stay at Rhonda’s instead. I got dressed then went home to brush my hair before I met up with James. I didn’t shower or cover myself up with any perfume. I didn’t want to mask the scent of Reece’s cock on my skin.
As I was waiting for James to pick me up, I watched Rhonda and Nigel play a board game together. They were in their own world. I felt mesmerized by how they interacted with each other—the love they shared in their relationship felt so out of reach in my life. I looked at the warm light reflecting onto the cards and had a flashback of my childhood—faded visuals of the way I used to play the same games with my family and friends, laughing and surrounded in a healthy space of love. I started to wonder where I went wrong. Too much to think about. Too much pain to follow that train of thought right now.
James showed up and I hopped in his car, ready to be fucked like a whore. I knew he would treat my pussy right. I loved that we had an instantaneous connection. With him, it was easy. I felt extremely attracted to his body and flirtatious personality. He could quickly meet me with the same raunchy humor that I needed to keep my mind distracted from the pain.
He drove me to the lakeside where I had met up with Reece. He figured it would be a secluded, romantic spot.
“I want to drive somewhere else,” I said, “to a more remote spot.”
So, we cruised through a neighborhood and I saw something run across the road that looked like a porcupine.
“Oh my god. No fucking way!” I shouted, “there’s a porcupine! Stop the car! I have to save it!”
He stopped the car and yelled, “Go go go!”
I ran until I saw a black shadow moving across the street. It hid underneath the tire of a parked car. Turned out, it was a hedgehog! I had never seen one in real life before. I couldn’t believe how fucking cute of an animal existed. Naturally, I picked it up and James came to check it out.
“We have to bring it to safety,” I said.
“Did you just pick it up?!“ he asked. “You’re fucking crazy. How is it not stabbing you right now?”
“It is,” I said.
He opened the car door for me and I asked him to turn off the music so the loud noises wouldn’t scare the small critter.
“I know he’s a hedgehog but I prefer to call him a porcupine,” I said. I cupped him in my hands and stared at it in awe as we drove a couple of minutes down the road. “Do you think he’s scared?” I asked as it breathed in the palm of my hands.
“Yeah he’s probably petrified right now,” he said, “he probably didn’t need us to save him.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he was fine just where he was at,” I agreed.
“Yeah, he’s probably like, ‘Fucking Christ, now I have to walk all the way back up the road.’”
We named him Stickers then dropped him off in an open meadow. He stabbed me one last time before he left. We continued our drive and saw hundreds of bunnies. There seemed to be some sort of bunny gathering we were not aware of. James parked the car in an empty dirt lot then said he had to take a piss. I smiled naughtily, but he didn’t pick up on the idea I might want some.
When he finished pissing, he opened the car door and I perched up on my knees as he leaned down to kiss me.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he mumbled over my lips.
He was, too—by far.
I pulled him back in. “I’m really happy you actually made a move on me and gave me your number versus it being the other way around,” I said.
“Oh yeah,” he said, “always.”
He was rock hard the moment I started grabbing at his thighs. I took my clothes off for him and he began groping at every part of my naked skin. He started biting my neck and I told him he couldn’t do that because I was about to see my parents in a couple of days and didn’t want any marks. Normally, I wanted to be covered in bruises and indentations.
I mounted him and he began to ask if I was clean, clearly nervous for what I was about to say next.
“Yes,” I said, then kissed his neck, trying to keep the sexual energy in tact.
“Seriously?” he asked. “Please, just please tell me.” His voice shifted, now sounding as if he was whining.
“I already told you, yes.”
It turned into a recurring question that he kept asking in the heat of the moment, even after I had pinky promised him that I was clean. Yeah, a pinky promise. I felt as if I was dealing with a man child all of a sudden. I started getting annoyed because it felt as if I was being made out to be really dirty because I enjoyed to get around. And with me, I liked to say something once and be heard rather than asked the same question multiple times. It really turned me off when men needed reassurance.
“When’s the last time you slept with someone?” he asked.
There’s no fucking way I’m telling him I slept with someone less than an hour ago.
I was getting really into it and then he begins to ask me if I’m on birth control to which I say ‘no’ and he freaks out again.
“I know my body really well,” I said, “I’m not going to get pregnant.”
He didn’t understand that I could feel things at another level and so my patience was wearing thin. I really liked when a man would just shutup and fuck me and not get all squeamish about STD’s or birth control. It was a huge buzz kill. I really hated being asked how many partners I had been with and how recently, because honestly I didn’t care who they were with or when. None of my business. I knew that I was having raw sex with strangers, and in the end, it comes down to a consensual decision made between two people. Both parties should have the awareness of what they are getting into, and, if I trust someone enough to let them stick their raw dick inside of me then I expect the same trust back, otherwise it just ends up feeling like a nuisance.
He took himself out and said, “No no this is really dumb, we’re acting really stupid. We should really wear a condom.” Then, he looked at my naked body and mumbled, “but it’s really hard to say no to you when you’re sitting naked on top of me.”
I rolled my eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever felt annoyed of having an attractive man’s hard cock sitting underneath my naked pussy. At that point I just wanted to get it over with, so I pulled out the dominatrix energy.
I grabbed his cock and said, “Trust me,” then slipped him back into my pussy.
I felt so tight. I rode him at the pace I liked, then a few cars drove by, one even pulled into the lot behind us. I smirked. Lucky for me, he wasn’t phased and liked the audience just as much. He kept grabbing at my tits telling me how hot I was, unable to believe he was fucking me. I felt him getting rock hard real fast, then he tells me he’s going to cum.
“Where do you want it, baby?” he groaned.
I told him I wanted to swallow even though I desired a creampie. I got off his dick then wrapped my mouth around him, his sweet pre-cum mixing in with my own juicy scent. He started moaning deeper and deeper, thrusting his hips into my mouth faster and faster until finally he busted his load. His cum was hot and filling, but I was left feeling unsatisfied.
After he was done riding the wave, he told me how nice and tight my pussy felt, loving the way my mouth felt gliding up and down his cock. I was happy he enjoyed himself.
“I jerked off right before I met up with you,” he said, “otherwise I would’ve busted even faster than that.”
I hated when guys did that because that meant I would have less of their cum. I didn’t mind going multiple rounds, plus, I would have loved to watch. It was one of my biggest turn ons watching men stroke themselves. It would get me wet instantaneously.
“I wanted you the second I looked at you,” I said.
“Oh I know,” he said, “you made it clear you were horny as fuck. On my end, too.” He started getting dressed. “I loved how we both felt the vibe and were having this energetic communication beneath the words we were speaking.”
I loved how all of our honest thoughts came out after we fucked. I liked sharing what we were thinking/feeling when we first crossed paths.
“You know, I really wanted to tell you to just meet me upstairs,” he admitted, “I would’ve snuck you into a conference room. We have a lot of empty rooms.”
“Oh I would’ve loved that,” I said. “Fuck, that would’ve been such a turn on. I would’ve done it in a heartbeat.”
“Yeah it’s hard to tell with women nowadays,” he said, “for all I know that could’ve sent you in a totally different direction if I didn’t play my cards right. And honestly, I actually thought there was a huge catch because you’re a super hot Lithuanian chick who blatantly wanted to have sex and nothing more.”
“Yeah, it usually scares dudes off because they convince themselves there’s some sort of catch and then it never ends up unfolding,” I said.
It happened more often than I revealed. Usually I would end up feeling sexually frustrated because they didn’t take the opportunity to fuck me silly.
“Sucks for them,” he said. “It’s so hot how I only knew you for less than 10 hours. I’ve never hooked up with someone so fast, let alone felt such an instantaneous connection.”
I didn’t agree.
“It probably happens to you all of the time, doesn’t it?” he asked.
“Quite often,” I said.
I noticed the way my entire demeanor changed after I fucked him. I became cold and uninterested. I wanted to go home and finish myself off.
