Always In Search Of A Real Man

My friend turned me onto this site, and I have enjoyed reading peoples confessions. I admit that I am hung up on nonconsensual sex, or close to it. My first time was a r**e, in a garage by a mechanic who was servicing my car. It was brutal, unwanted but exciting and orgasm producing. When he pushed me down on the floor after fucking me told me I liked it, I did, every second of it.

I joined the Navy after high school with the idea of seeing the world. I was stationed in San Diego and hung out with the Navy boys. I wasn't a prude but I am picky and I like no nonsense men but in my four years I didn't have one incident of what I would call nonconsensual sex. I went to business school and got a degree in Accounting. I took a temp job for a manufacturing company while the accountant was out on maternity leave. The plant foreman fucked me, bruised me and I got on my knees and sucked him dry. The more he fucked me the more I liked it. He was the bad ass I had been looking for.

My temp job lasted only three months and I my next job took me across town and my affair with the foreman faded away, I'm sure he found a little something that he liked more.

I get picked up from time to time, I frequent bars that are blue collar hangouts for men that work in the railyard. I get picked up, which is fine, I can hold my own with any of them. But I'm always looking for that man, the one that has it in him to fuck me and hurt me. I'm old enough to know that I need the pain. And that man doesn't live in town. He's passing through.