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Old 08-09-2018, 10:01 PM
Malcontent Malcontent is offline
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Default I KNOW WHAT i DID LAST SUMMER

Just want to toss this little story to you guys. I think I once had this guy think I may be a serial killer...

It was last summer, I was at the beach late in the afternoon /early evening, like around 6:30 pm (still light out, being summer) and this big chunky Russian guy in a red speedo bikini and baseball hat was coming on to me. He was eyeing me up and licking his lips. HE WAS NOT SUBTLE.

I tried to not paid him much attention and as it was starting to get dark, i noticed he was eyeing me, lying on his stomach and he was grinding his pelvis into the sand.

So...I went up to him and said hi. His eyes lit up and we started talking. Let's say that as it started to get dark, we started making out. He was a slobby kisser, practically drooled all over me.

Eventually he was laying on his back and I got on top of him and I could feel his erection through his speedos. THAT really turned me on. Anyway, we continued to make out and then while I started to nibble on his neck. He was moaning and while his guard was done, I clamped my hand over his nose and mouth so he couldn't breathe.

He looked at me confused for a while. I just laughed at him. I told him that I heard when a guy can't breathe, he gets a bigger erection. He moved his head back and forth but I didn't let go. He waited for a few moment and when I realized that I wasn't going to let go and, and I guess the need for air overcame him, he made a frantic muffled noise and his fingers flew to my hands to pry it off.

I gripped tighter. He made a frantic muffled noise again and his body started to writhe.About 45 seconds in, I heard him practically shrieking for air and his fingers dug into the back of my hands. He then bucked his body to throw me off, and around the third or fourth time, he tossed me off him.

I heard him gasping for air, taking huge gulp making a high pitch wheezing noise.

He called me "fucking crazy" and he grabbed his bag and towel and ran off.
I guess I was lucky he didn't beat the shit out of me, but I guess he was so startled and scared that he decided to beat it in case I also have a knife or something.
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