The Roughness of Strangers

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I was just like everyone else, only I wasn’t. I just wanted to find someone. But when you grow up in a strict, religious environment, you realize that you need to hide a few facts from your family.

College was no better. The only school I could get into and afford was a lot like home, only worse. Conservative was almost too liberal a word. I hid my true self from everyone, even my dorm mate. I would stay up late at night, after he was asleep, perusing the online classified ads and imagining myself meeting those men.

But one ad really caught my eye. His picture was HOT! He was older and what he wanted was rough, hardly beginner-level stuff, but I wanted it more than anything. I wanted HIM more than anything.

Nervous, I answered his ad.

The next night, I found myself at a sleazy motel, just outside of town, where only the shadiest of characters go. And here I was, just an average guy from suburbia, pure of heart but dirty of mind.

Oh, I had no idea….

SYNDY LIGHT: This was inspired by actual events, involving a friend, although I beefed it all up a bit. Very hot stuff.

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