There was defiantly something wrong with me, having those thoughts... A few weeks had passed and I still couldn't stop thinking about how freaking hot...he was. What I saw that morning didn't help either. Matt was getting out of the shower, when he saw me I guess he got a fright and he dropped his towel, my eyes traveled from his to his toned abs to his 7 inch manhood between his legs. "Shit sorry Lizzy." matt scrambled to grab the towel before ducking into his room. I wanted to follow, I stood. Now, we should talk about limits. I don't want to do anything that crosses a line. We all have them.” He thought about it. He had little actual experience exploring his kinks. But his fantasies sometimes took him to places that scared him. The more extreme the fantasy, the more it turned him on. Still, there were some things he was pretty sure he had no interest in. “Scat, blood, anything that would leave visible or permanent marks...” “All reasonable, and all things that I agree with. I know. His profile name - as he'd explained to me - meant he was a 'rough player' one hundred percent of the time. That had turned me on. We'd struck up a habit of messaging fantasies back and forth. He liked to give it rough, I'd told him that was how I'd liked it.The wall.... I felt my spirit quail: yes, I'd told him how I wanted a wall, to be bent over a wall somewhere desolate and out in the middle of nowhere, and used no matter how much........no matter how much I pretended to beg them to. She came in ane I could tell that she had an attitude. I introduced myself and said "nice to meet you". She said...I bet it is! I was like damn! Marcy said that she can be a little bitchy sometimes. I asked her name and she said it was Shelby. As the night went on, we started playing cards. We progessed to playing poker and gambling. Shelby came over and wanted to play. I asked if she had money and she said with her attitude, "of course I have money!" I said, well have a seat. We.