I went out to a few night clubs with a guy I liked and his girlfriend. he would sometimes have a t******** dance with me in the middle and he would thrust me on the dance floor hard so I could feel his d*** and she would rub her pelvic bone against my b***. His girlfriend used to attack me s******* and physically, she liked to play rough and he really loved that and always took her side. It gave him a s***** thrill. there are still heaps of professional married men looking for a younger third person to spice up the love life.

other times he would put his hands in my pants on the dance floor around my b*** and cup the cheeks of my bottom and move me into his crotch.

then I kiss this younger guy who had the softest lips but was younger then me. I liked him and well, it was a reflex thing because he other guys girl pushed me onto him.

he would sometimes come up to me and touch me or do a wild hypnotic dazingly thing with his eyes looking at me it was deathly and if he only knew how much it broke my heart everytime he did this.

I desperately wanted to kiss him passionately and sometimes we did hug

one night I sat of his knee at a party and he had his hands up my skirt infront of everyone. he loved my silky garter stockings and I pretended to smoke. I had the cutest little mini dress on that was a shimmering blue shift dress and white shug and bunny ears on. I had gone and got my make up done professionally for the party and he was like all hands over me and watched me all night from the music mix desk. everyone was like “oh, we think he really likes you ” I wanted to cry and just make him shag me and he was such a b**** like that the tease!

I was crashing into the hots for him every fucken glance

he would come up to me in the kitchen infront of everyone and look into my eyes and touch my face and hair and rug up my collar of my jacket as if he was going to kiss me and then he would pause like the devil… and I would think “you f’en s*** why don’t you just take me in your arms and kiss me like I want you to or f*** me”

he would drive me home or tail me in cars watching everything I did like at meetings or parties and we would sit on the floor at meetings and sip coffee or at cafes in the evenings large groups and he would just sit there looking at me. I swear he knew what I was thinking at times, I was so shy and nervous and at night clubs he would put his arms around me and I was shaking in fear til I got completely drunk. he often did really powerful s*** things to me that would literally make the walls of my v***** pulsate….LOL I would blush like nothing on earth. he loved making me embarrassed especially going on about s** and m*********** and threesomes infront of people. I was thinking “F*** why is this guy doing all this s*** to me” then I would go home and cry myself to sleep. he would want me to ring him but liked playing hard to get that fucked me off so much.

the first day I met him he just sat at the table we shared lunch in a film course and he was like just wanted to stay when the others had gone in. it was love at first sight.

his voice was American and drove me wild he had the kind of confidence I have never seen in a man … his driving skills, his business skills, his people skills was ACE!

he would ring me while having s** with girls in cars whating me to m********* in the study at home or in front of my family. sometimes he had me in tears with his demands and BS.

he must have known I wanted to have s** over and over and he kept screwing around.

I loved touching his silk business shirts. and he could be a complete c*** head. and I would ring him and he would throw the his mobile in the swimming pool, or get me to ring and he would be in nightclubs chatting up women with his mates.

he was always full on s***** voice with me or out right f****** stern like a harsh father or teacher.

one day he had me so upset I would get upset and walk in the rain home from university and he would ring when I was upset. I just wanted to hug him so much and we did hug sometimes.

its so painful what he did to me… I don’t know why he kicked me one night when we were nightclubbing… he grabbed at me and kicked his knee into my b*** a few times that really upset me and I told him to stop and he kept doing it I wish I had of slapped him but was too shy.

I hope I meet someone as amazing as him who will treat me right.