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Lost love is real. I was sixteen and I had no experience with men, of any kind. I was a home schooled girl of religious parents and I socialized and got along with other kids of our church. I was taught to drive because my mother had broken her ankle and I went out for an errand and got hit at an intersection by a man. I was hurt but didn’t know how much and the ambulance refused to take me because I didn’t have the money to pay so a guy standing there gave the ambulance two choices, drive me or get the s… knocked out of them. They drove me.

I needed stitches and I have a scar. I saw the guy later at the hospital when he came to check in on me. I saw him afterwards but I had to see him without permission, he wasn’t from our church and my mother said he was a Catholic. I went to his house and no one was home but him and we had s** in his room. Like I said I was sixteen. I had s** with him after that every so often whenever we could get away. He went to college, met a girl from the Valley and married her and had his life. I never married, I never stopped being in love with him.

I found him on the internet and I know where he lives but I don’t reach out to him, he is still married to that Mexican girl and it is a long time ago. I wonder if he even remembers me.

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When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.