1. Would you rather be blindfolded or blindfold me?
2. Would you rather orgasm while performing oral or during intercourse?
3. What was your high school sex fantasy?
4. Whatâs your favorite position?
5. Which part of your body do you consider the most sexy?
6. Do you like to swallow?
7. Who do you fantasize about when youâre alone?
8. Your last sexual encounter; good or bad and why?
9. Where is one place you would never have sex?
10. Top or bottom?
11. Best sexual complement you ever got?
12. When was the first time you masturbated?
13. Have/would you ever have sex outside?
14. Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?
15. Do you sleep in pajamas, underwear, or nothing at all?
16. If you had a sexual âto-doâ list, what would be on top of the list?
17. Is a weird âsex face/orgasm faceâ a total deal breaker?
18. Do you have a gag reflex?
19. Is your sex life award-winning or a total flop?
20. Are piercings sexy?
21. Can/Have you ever squirted before?
22. List your kinks.
23. How did you discover you were kinky?
24. What was your first kinky sexual experience?
25. Any unexpected ways kink has improved your life? Â If so, what are they?
26. What do you think is important in keeping a BDSM relationship healthy?
27. Something that never fails to make you horny:
28. Where is one place you would never have sex?
29. The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when:
30. Whats the best way to sexually bind someone? (handcuffs, ropes, etc.)
31. Whats the fastest way to make you horny?
32. Something that you have hidden in your room that you donât want anyone to find:
33. Two things you like/dislike about oral sex:
34. How big is too big?
35. One sexual thing you would never do:
36. Three spots that drive me insane:
37. Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?
38. Is it good sex even if you donât cum?
39. Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? Why/Why not?
40. If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be now?
41. Do you like giving head? Why/why not?
42. Do you own any sex toys? If so, how long have you had them?
43. Do you watch porn?
44. Have you had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)
45. How would you react if you found out your parents had sex on your bed?
46. Spanking: turn on or turn off?
47. What is one random object youâve used to masturbate?
48. Biggest sexual fantasy?
49. Kitchen counter, couch, or on top of the dryer?
50. Thoughts on period sex?
The Clearing. Youâve known about the place for months. A friend of a friend mentioned it at a party, half-laughing, as if she wasnât sure she believed it herself. A spot in the woods outside town. Girls go there, she said, and men know to look for them. Itâs not official. Itâs not like thereâs a signup sheet. You just go and wait for the worst to happen.
You laughed too. Called it a ghost story that suburban kids make up because they donât have anything real to be afraid of.
Still, it stuck with you.
You went home that night and searched for it. Found a forum, then another, then a rabbit hole of firsthand accounts that made your face hot and your panties wet. Girls describing what happened to them in that clearing. How they walked in nervous and walked out ruined. That they didnât see faces and didnât exchange names. Hands just grabbed them from behind before they even heard footsteps.
At this point youâve read every account at least twice. Some of them youâve read while touching yourself, cumming with your hand over your mouth, imagining it was you on your knees in the dirt with a strangerâs cock down your throat.
Youâd never go yourself. Youâre not the kind of girl who does things like that. Youâre careful. Cautious. Always double-checking that you locked the door. Texting your friends when you get home safe. You donât walk into the woods alone and wait to be taken by men youâve never met.
Even if you canât stop thinking about it.
About going somewhere and giving up control completely. Skipping all of the awkward "so what are you into?" conversations, and getting straight to someone grabbing you by the throat. Being used so thoroughly until thereâs nothing left of you but raw sensation.
You finally go.
Just to have a look and see if itâs real. To satiate your curiosity. And you can always turn around and run if things get out of hand. Thatâs what you tell yourself.
You park at the trailhead as the sun starts to drop. The directions from the forum are specific, and youâve read so many stories you basically know the way by heart. The woods are quiet. Golden light filtering through the leaves.
As you get closer to the point of no return, you remind yourself yet again that you could go back. You could go home and make dinner and watch porn and touch yourself to the fantasy instead of the reality. Just stay the girl youâve always been.
But all those tiny reassurances feel hollow compared to the excitement of finally being here. Of a world opening up to you as the tree line thins out.
You step into the clearing.
Itâs smaller than you imagined. A rough circle of grass surrounded by trees, private and enclosed. Late sunlight slants through the branches. Itâs almost peaceful.
You stand in the center and wait.
Nothing happens. Five minutes. Ten. You start to feel foolish. The whole thing was probably made up. Some elaborate fiction for lonely people to jerk off to. Youâre about to leave when you hear it.
Footstep behind you. Not on the trail, theyâre coming through the trees.
You freeze, a scared doe thatâs forgotten how to run, standing perfectly still, fists clenched at your sides, heart pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears.
The footsteps stop. Heâs close. You can feel him there, just behind you.
"You came here on purpose?"
You nod. Itâs all you can manage in the moment.
"You know what happens to girls who come here."
Another nod. Your legs are shaking.
A hand fists in your hair. Yanks your head back. You gasp, and then his mouth is at your ear.
"Then get on your knees."
You drop. Leaves and twigs pressing into your skin through your jeans. He keeps his grip on your hair, keeps your head pulled back at that sharp angle, and you still havenât seen his face. Not that youâd look if you could. Even you know better than to make a mistake like that.
"Hands behind your back"
You comply. He lets go of your hair long enough to grab your wrists, and you hear a zip tie ratchet tight around them. Your pulse spikes. Itâs actually happening. Youâre in the woods with a stranger and your hands are bound and youâre so wet you can feel it soaking through your panties.
He comes around in front of you. You keep your eyes down. See his boots, his jeans, his hand working his belt open. Heâs stroking himself slowly, already hard, and you watch as his cock dangles in front of your face.
"I own you until I cum. So open up, slut."
You open your mouth. He feeds himself in without ceremony, one hand gripping the back of your head, pushing deep enough that you gag. He holds you there. Your eyes water. Your throat spasms. Saliva pools around his shaft and drips down your chin.
"Breathe through your nose."
You try. Itâs hard to think. His cock is thick and hot and alive in your mouth and all you can do is take it, let him use your throat.
He fucks your face with no tenderness at all. Long strokes that make you choke, that leave you gasping each time he pulls back. Youâre drooling. Crying a little. Your arms ache from being pinned behind you. You wonder if heâll ever finish. If youâll be trapped here forever.
When he finally pulls out you gasp for air, chest heaving, and heâs already hauling you up by the arm, spinning you around, bending you over a fallen oak. Your cheek presses into rough bark. His hands yank your jeans down, your underwear, and then his fingers are sliding through the wet mess between your legs.
"Soaked," he says. Almost to himself. "Knew you would be. You sluts always are."
He pushes two fingers inside you. You cry out, hips jerking, cunt clenching around the intrusion. He fingers you roughly, carelessly, like heâs testing your limits. Finding out how much you can take.
"Itâs usually the eager whores like you that end up here."
He says it with a laugh as his fingers withdraw and then the head of his cock is pressing against you, pushing in, stretching you open around him. He bottoms out in one long stroke and starts fucking you like youâre nothing, like your only purpose is to be a warm place for him to empty himself.
Your bound hands chafe against your lower back. The bark bites into your cheek and breasts. Heâs gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust, and youâre making sounds youâve never heard yourself make. Animal sounds. Desperate, wordless begging.
You cum without warning, your whole body seizing around him. He doesnât stop. Doesnât even slow down. Just keeps pounding into you through the spasms, through the second orgasm that builds right on top of the first.
"One more," he says. "Give me one more and Iâll fill you up."
You shake your head. You canât. Youâre too sensitive and raw and broken.
"Yes you can."
His hand snakes around, finds your clit, starts rubbing in tight circles while he fucks you. The pleasure is almost painful. Too much. Youâre crying now, really crying, tears and snot and drool smearing all over
"Come on. Give me what I want. Be a good whore."
The third orgasm rips through as if it had claws, and you feel him slam deep and hold there, feel his cock pump ropes inside you, feel the hot rush of him filling you up just like he promised.
He pulls out slowly. You feel his cum leak down your thigh. He cuts the zip tie, and your arms fall to your sides, numb and tingling.
You hear his belt buckle, his footsteps retreating back into the trees. And then youâre alone in the clearing, bent over with your jeans around your knees and your cunt full of a strangerâs cum.
Your mind is quiet for the first time. Like someone reached into your head and turned off the noise thatâs been buzzing there for years.
You pull up your jeans slowly. Wipe your face with the back of your hand. Your legs are unsteady as you make your way back to the trail, back to your car and the rest of the world.
You sit in the driverâs seat for a long time without starting the engine. Your body throbs. Your wrists are marked. You can still taste him in the back of your throat.
Youâll come back. You know that now. Youâll come back next week, or the week after, and wait in that clearing for whoever shows up to use you.
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