I have decided to start telling some of the tales from my time in college, in this case, grad school. Looking back, I’ve had quite the sexually adventurous life. This seemed like a good one to start with.
I was in grad school and dealing with a pretty intense break up. My friends and I went to one of the townie bars one town over, as Graduate Assistants we went out of our way to avoid our students. At the time I was at my skinniest, probably 120 pounds, C cups, and bright red hair that I had cut into a pixie cut and wore as a faux-hawk (in other words, break up hair). That night I wore a black and white striped mini skirt, a Ramones t-shirt, and black high heeled boots.
Something about my punk-esque look really appealed to the bar patrons. Even though I wasn’t particularly dressed up, I don’t think I have ever felt sexier. I had a number of guys buying me drinks and trying to take me home. However, one in particular drew my attention. The t.v. show Dexter was really popular at the time and he sort of looked like the lead actor, Michael C. Hall, so I nicknamed him Dexter and he never corrected me.
He came up behind me on the dance floor and worked his hands under my t-shirt. I was getting pretty hot and decided it was time to get some air. We moved outside and I worked on letting the cold air sober me up while Dexter smoked. Before I could go back inside he pulled me to the side of the building and pushed my back up against the wall. We started making out and he pulled my shirt up. I could feel the night air against my bare breasts when he pushed down the cup of my bra. He started biting and licking my right nipple while his hand drifted under my skirt. I was soaking wet by now and very grateful that I didn’t wear any panties that night. He pushed two fingers inside me and rubbed my clit with his thumb. I let out a moan and he started to talk dirty to me, calling me a dirty little girl and a slut.
Reality slammed into me when a car drove by and I heard someone yell, “GET A ROOM!” Then I heard my friends yelling my name and pulled away from Dexter. My friends came around the corner just as I was readjusting my clothes and I assured them that nothing was going on that I was not a willing part of. Still, they decided it was time to go. I programmed my number in Dexter’s phone and took off with our DD, assuming this would just be a weird, sexy, drunk story to tell.
A few hours later, I had just changed in to my pajama shorts and a tank top when I got a text message asking for my address. Now, currently, as a 30 year old woman with life experience I see how incredibly stupid this was, but 25 year old me was not that smart. I figured it was Dexter and texted him my address and apartment number. My apartment complex was hard to find unless you really knew the area so I wasn’t surprised when he called me asking for directions. There was a Walmart about half a mile from my building so I told him I would just meet him in the parking lot – again, stupid stupid stupid! I don’t remember a lot of the walk down to get him and the walk back, but I do remember at one point he asked, “Are you going to open those legs up for me?” Still, one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.
We got to my apartment and thankfully I was still drunk enough to not feel the need to be awkward. Our clothes were off in seconds and I was on my knees with his dick in my mouth. I’ve been told I’m exceptionally good at giving head and Dexter was exceptionally appreciative. I have never had a guy be so vocal. His dick was decently sized with a nice girth to it, which makes oral even more fun. I remember him grabbing the top of my head and saying “good girl, that’s a fucking good girl.” No one had ever said that to me and it got me going. I was determined to be the best ‘good girl’ and give him the greatest blow job in the history of blow jobs. I sucked and licked, and let him fuck my face until he pulled out, announcing he didn’t want to cum just yet.
Dexter pulled me off of the floor and pushed me on to my bed. He kissed and licked his way up to my inner thighs. He licked my pussy lips, but stopped short of actually going down on me. He sat back on his heels and said, “time for you to open up for me little girl.” Something about all the ‘little girl’ talk made me way more obedient and submissive than I usually was in bed.
I spread my legs further for him, but thankfully remembered the ‘No Glove, No Love’ assembly I had attended earlier in the year. I reached over to my bed stand drawer and pulled out a condom. I could see he was disappointed, but he still put it on. After a few agonizing seconds he pushed inside of me and gave me no time to adjust. My previous sexual partners had all been fairly gentle, but Dexter used me like a sex toy. He drove into me fast and hard and at one point reached his hand to my throat and started to squeeze. I had never been choked before and frantically grabbed at his wrist. He let go immediately and pulled out. He leaned over me and put his mouth to my ear. “I’m not going to hurt you, but I like it rough. You want me to stop, slap my arm twice.”
Maybe this was a stupid move, but I trusted him. I told him I wanted to keep going and he flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees. Once again, he set a punishing pace. With one hand he spanked my ass, then he took his other hand and reached it around my throat. The pressure on my throat and the intensity of what I was experiencing coiled up inside me and exploded in a screaming, shaking orgasm. I collapsed forward and was vaguely aware of Dexter still pumping inside me for a few seconds before he came as well.
I fell asleep quickly and when I woke up it was morning and Dexter was putting on his clothes. He asked if I could give him a ride to work, and even thought it seemed ridiculous, I agreed. I dropped him off at some mechanic’s shop he said he worked at. I never thought to ask his name, and he never got mine. I saw him in the distance a few times at the same bar over the next year, but we never hooked up again. And that’s the story of how I learned about my choking fetish.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/erin7h/college_stories_fm_my_night_with_dexter_the