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Originally posted by Shape Shifter
I'm a 21-year-old straight guy with a boring, straight sex life. Until a few months ago when something terrifying happened.

Back in May, I was contacted by somebody through lawtalkers.com. She claimed to be a grad student at my school, had a very attractive photo, and we began IMing. She talked about how she was looking for a casual deal, and she started going on and on about how much she loved giving head and liked receiving anal. A bit kinkier than what I'm used to, I thought, but it's lawtalkers.com, that's safe, and she's a grad student at a good school. Nothing to worry about.

So I agree—awful decision—to meet up. When I get to the bar where we agreed to meet, she calls me and tells me to come to her friend's apartment instead. When I get there, it's totally dark. She calls again and tells me not to turn any lights on when I come in, just to get naked in the bed and wait for her. I decide to leave, as I'm afraid I'm going to get robbed or beaten up. She calls again and says we can meet at another nearby bar. I wait at the bar for 10 minutes. Another phone call. She tells me she can't come to a public place because she isn't comfortable, but asks to give me oral sex. Another awful decision: I go back to her "friend's apartment" and comply with her original instructions. I don't turn on any lights, I get naked, I get in bed. A slim person comes into the dark room, but there's a towel covering her face and I don't get a look at her body. She starts going down on me, it's awful and uncomfortable.

Then the horror. While I'm not paying attention to her—instead concentrating so I can climax and get the hell out—this person gets on top and inserts me into her. Unprotected. I suddenly realize I'm feeling something I've never felt before: anal sex. I was inside for maybe 30 seconds before I jumped out of the bed. "She" ran out. When I turned on the lights and looked around, it seemed clear that I was in a man's apartment. I got out of the place in a hurry and didn't look back. I should have called the police, but didn't.

the hurrishave stubble should have been your first clue. Thanks for sharing though. I always wondered about that first meeting and slave has been reticent to discuss.