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Answer: It was the once when I was in a club and was so drunk that we were dancing our asses off, then I was asked for more drinks by a guy who kept insisting me and and my friend to join with his friends. We turned his offer down and kept dancing alone, but after a while when I headed to the toilets I saw the guys follow me and touch me inappropriately. I wanted to shout, but the booze kicked in and I was in no situation to resist and push them away. I was pushed into one of the rooms and you know what next.

That was the first ever time when I had to take it even though I didn't want it at first place. But it was not forced so to say, I just gave in.
 
Answer: It happened when I was back in college, as I was masturbating with a dildo in the bathroom, I was getting more turned on that I let out more moans. When I walked out my roommates were standing giggling and they knew what I was covering and holding in my towels. My roommate asked if the bath was so wet, I had to moan so much. It really turned me on to know my friends listened to my moans.
 
Anything? Yes but to a point. I think if I saw him even now it would be hard for me to say ... what was that word???? There it is -- no! On one hand, he was everything. On the other, very much less than everything. the paradox drove me mad in all the right and wrong ways.
 
Anything? Yes but to a point. I think if I saw him even now it would be hard for me to say ... what was that word???? There it is -- no! On one hand, he was everything. On the other, very much less than everything. the paradox drove me mad in all the right and wrong ways.
This sounds complicated.
 
I danced all night with someone I knew only in passing... It was a slow seduction to the rhythm of music, I grew increasingly attracted to him, but in my mind it was just a flirt. Even when his hands were exploring me. Even when his body and mine seemed glued together.
My best friend was looking, I didn't care. I felt like a completely different person.. It felt like I was in a different reality, I felt a different version of myself, one that seldom gets to express herself fully. Free from other people's judgement and expectations .
We ended up making out very late at night in a dimly lit, small street... It was hot and passionately raw...then making out wasn't enough anymore. I followed him home, it's a blur, in my memory.
But those orgasms, I still remember them.
 
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