I knocked and heard him say 'Come in.' The motel room was dark, except for the glow of the ember on his cigarette. Now I sorta wish I had, but hindsight is always 20/20. I showed up at the door at the appointed time, even 'though I strongly debated chickening-out. After much more conversation, he convinced me to come over that Saturday evening. I was still a semi-novice bottom at this point and not the full-fledged cum whore I am today. Instantly I boned up, but was also very nervous. The details often varied but it always involved me not really seeing the guy's face ever and being 'force fucked.' Well, I started chatting with a Dom Top on gay.com (back in the day) and confessed this fantasy in one of our conversations. Lke most slutty bottoms, I always had a rape fantasy. I learned my lesson about engaging in fantasy play with someone you don't really know.
