These marks are [f]rom a [m]an whose name I don’t know and whose face I haven’t seen…

TLDR: I let a(n almost) stranger grope me, tease me, slap me and lick me… and mark me, extensively ?

Imgur album in the comments – not for those who don’t like a little bruising ?

Honestly, this still feels so so surreal. Months ago I got a message from a Reddit user in response to a gonewild post – no I’m not going to reveal which post or my alt account, so don’t ask – linking me to a post where he explained that he had a kinky fantasy where he would grope and tease and explore and slap and pinch a blindfolded woman’s body…
We struck up conversation, one thing led to another, and we finally met this weekend.

_I should emphasise that we messaged frequently between March and June, setting mutual boundaries, discussing kinks and practicalities, and building up all the trust necessary. This man is a stranger in terms of me not having seen his face or known his name, but I felt comfortable in the scenario and trusted him._

I’d agreed to get a little drunk (okay, more than a little) and wait for him blindfolded in an Airbnb apartment, having left the door unlocked. Even lying down naked in the bed knowing the door was unlocked, that I was about to blindfold myself and wait, in overwhelming anticipation, for a stranger to appear and grope and explore my body while I was helpless… it was so intense, and I was soaked ahead of time. I’ve always known I’m submissive but this experience was a whole new scene for me. It was meant to be a kink fulfilment for him but I found it incredibly exciting. I was lying there imagining what it would be like, how I would feel, how his hands would grab at me, what his voice might sound like, what he might say… fuck.

When I heard someone else in the apartment I felt like I was tingling all over. I couldn’t see anything from under the blindfold, and all I was wearing was a pair of flimsy mesh panties with a lace trim. I felt so vulnerable. I _was_ vulnerable. The next thing I knew, there were strong hands all over me. Grabbing my tits. Slapping them, hard. Digging fingertips into my thighs. Moving my body however he wanted to explore it with his hands and mouth. I remember the feeling of his tongue against my tight little arsehole and trying to wriggle away a little out of surprise… to no avail because he had me firmly pinned down… I remember him pushing my legs up high over my head to get at me better, and laughing a deep throaty laugh at whatever noise escaped me and praising me for my flexibility for a curvy girl… I couldn’t tell you what sounds I made… but I sure as hell wasn’t quiet.

His voice was deep with a delicious growl to it… I remember him saying “down, bitch” when I writhed and backed from sudden sensations, and I felt like I was losing my fucking mind… in the best way… god. He teased and explored me so thoroughly. He even taped me to the bed with bondage tape so that I couldn’t writhe away too much. Doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. I couldn’t predict the next sensation and that drove me so wild. All my senses were on red alert and I was so excited. I was panting, and moaning… I can’t remember if I yelped or screamed. I remember he clipped wooden clothespegs onto my insanely sensitive nipples and they broke!

I don’t know how long it went on for… I’d guess an hour or two, and I enjoyed every single fucking minute. In fact, he made me squirt multiple times – maybe 3-8 times, I couldn’t separate it all in my head – and I hadn’t squirted in years with any of my partners. I soaked the bedsheets totally, I soaked his trousers totally, and I felt totally powerless while my body quivered and bucked… he slapped my cunt whenever he felt I was enjoying it too much… and that was even with me trying to conceal how much I loved it! Before he left he jerked off and came all across my curvy body and ordered me to lick the head of his cock clean… untaped my wrists and just as fast as he arrived he was gone.

I felt shaky and dizzy all evening, and I fell asleep still in a sexed up, submissive daze. I messaged him on Reddit a little drunk and angry because of how intense the marking was… we’d said it wouldn’t be too wild so that none of my other partners would feel the need to comment on it or question who had used me so roughly… but the next morning I texted again to say I hadn’t meant to be as frustrated as I was and I loved being marked… and I do… they don’t hurt much, but I felt so tender and raw… and every time I glimpse these marks I think about how it felt to be treated like a fucktoy by this sexually aggressive, primal stranger… it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Sorry if this is incoherent… I’m still reeling two days later ??

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c21oml/these_marks_are_from_a_man_whose_name_i_dont_know

2 comments

  1. Sounds like a fun scene…a little more risky since you had never met face to face, but the marks are great!

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