Whats the worst sexual experience you have ever had?, :] Options

[*Uronacid*]

Well go for it!

Mine is probably when I was eating my ex girlfriend out, and she spazzed out and kicked me in the face. It hurt really bad... she was relentless, and she kicked me as hard and she could... I don't know if I did something good or bad, but it was all bad for me...

[fameONE]

I believe that if you are going to do something, be into it. No matter what is, you should be into what you're doing.

When I was California, I hung out at this little bar in Huntington Beach. After a few Tom Collins, I was gone (I'm a Marine, you think they'd card me?). I tried to drink a few Red Bulls to sober up, and eventually I moved to the Sobe Green Tea. Somehow, someway, I ended up in a quaint, nicely decorated, beachside townhome with a woman I don't remember introducing myself to. I look at the clock and it was 2 am and I remember being at the bar at 10.

I got up to use the bathroom and throw some water on my face and I was shocked (and a little firghtened) at what I found. My body was completely scratched up. Nothing deep enough to leave a scar, but there were knicks and scratches all over my torso and on my back. As I'm using the bathroom, I notice that I have bite marks all over my dick. None of which broke the skin, but still, she bit me.

I get myself together, put some peroxide on my battle wonds and head back to the bedroom. I was astonished when I saw all this s&m gear laying around the room. I got back in bed and couldn't sleep. I just kept thinking, "What the hell happened?" She was sound asleep. Whatever we did, it gave her a hell of a workout.

Around 5am, I finally dozed off. At 8, she wakes me up with Starbucks and was fixing me breakfast. I think her name was Jen, Jenna, Janine, whatever; J was very, very sweet. Too sweet, almost. talking to her that morning gave me the impression that she was a very modest, conservative, uptight woman. Yea, right. I didn't ask her what happened, nor did I really want to know.

She gave me a ride back to Camp Pendleton and dropped me off in front of my barracks. We stayed in touch until she deleted her MySpace and I never heard from her again. Even if she did try to call me, I have a Japanese number now and she has no way of tracking me down unless she searched for me on MySpace again.

It was the worst for two reasons; I'm not into the whole boncage thing and I like to remember what I do if I get to doing the dirty.