So I knew I was restless, maybe agitated, maybe just uber horney?
Something was not clicking. I was getting lots off sex, it was the early 70s, I had escaped my childhood home and moved to a large single on Franklin Ave in Hollywood.
Above all I was free to act out.
I had found the bars, clubs, discos, I was never into the baths but what I found myself drawn to was "dry baths" also called sex clubs and "dark room" after hours spits.
One could just get down to it for a buck or two.
The first time I dropped into a dark room club across from Fairfax High I was quickly drawn into deep kissing and ball stretching with a guy in levis and a leather vest.
I guess it was obvious I was young and scared, so my playmate also introduced "poppers"which completely blew my mind but also freed my libido to run amok and after fifteen minutes or so whispered in my ear a plan to continue in his place and before I processed what was happening, handcuffed NY left wrist to his belt and swept me out the door.
We entered his VW on a nearby street via the passenger door so I wouldn't be unhooked and able to run away.
I glanced at him and saw he was older than I had previously thought, perhaps 40ish.
So I just accepted I was booked on his sex trip and tried to slow my racing 20 year old vanilla heart.
I actually considered I might have engaged in a fatal mistake
Happily, it was an overwhelming voyage through a carnival if kink and light Sm fueled by Butyl (amyl was already.hard to get) and all new to me.
This was the night I vowed to never let a total stranger clamp me in hand cuffs again.
Lucky for me he was not crazy.
After three clanger cums we were both spent and fell asleep gently cuddling and nuzzling each other.
I realized later, like YEARS later, that it was a magical experience, no whips and a very beginner friendly arc. Soon I would be traveling darker paths.
Cum with me. .