This story happened a fair few years ago. I won’t specify the age because that would raise some ethical questions, even considering the low age of consent in my country.
Just know I was fully knowledgeable of what I was doing.
I’d managed to pass as old enough to attend a fairly heavy metal concert and had myself smack bang in the middle of the crowd. As all who are familiar with these types of concerts, this is where the mosh pit occurs.
And surely enough come the main band, it kicked up significantly.
Being the naive girl I was I had elected to wear only a red lycra top (no bra) a very short black skirt, fishnets and my trusty new rock boots. These boots were the only reason I was able to successfully survive the main song. Everyone was brutal, I remember having my head stepped on more than once, but at the same time, everyone helped everyone.
Especially you. You had long black hair, which my young mouldable mind was inherently weak to. Double lip piercings, the rings surely too big but what did I care, I sported (and still do) the same mismatched face jewellery.
You picked me off the floor, pulled me close and asked if I was okay.
I was struck, your eyes. The deepest green I had ever seen. In that moment I knew i was ready to lose what I barely held onto for a minute.
I said, yes of course. My lip feeling swollen and tight. You caressed it. I didn’t flinch and off I dragged you.
You must have been so willing, I couldn’t have hoped to move someone as tall as you with my petite stature.
Thankfully no attendant manned the bathrooms so the ladies was open and free. I didn’t lament missing my favourite song. I just wanted you.
Once in private you took charge. My fishnets ripped. You discovered I hadn’t bothered with underwear, and went to work.
I remember people telling me it was suppose to hurt the first time, some bullshit about the hymen tearing.
Well, it was nothing like that. It was like scratching an itch I could never satisfy.
I feel bad for anyone that used the toilet during those passionate minutes.
The feeling of music in my heart and you cock in my cunt still arouses me to this day, six whole years later.
I never got your name, you never got mine. We might have met and I would never know.
All I have to ask is, do you like Slipknot?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7c0jh1/fm_there_were_crack_on_the_wayward_lane_where_the