I met Jake kind of by accident. I had been dating Brendan, a friend of his, but Brendan was just not what I was looking for. Brendan's idea of a great evening was going to a bar, getting totally smashed, then going home and having sloppy, unimaginative sex. I wanted more than that, but I didn't know where to look.
One night I was out with Brendan, and we got into a huge fight. Pissed off, I started bitching at Jake, who stood back and listened quietly until I was done. Jake was being very sweet to me, and very patient, and I suddenly realized that Jake was not at all bad looking. I thoroughly forgot about Brendan and spent the rest of the night talking with Jake. We discovered that we had a lot in common, and I began wondering why I had never really noticed him before. We exchanged phone numbers, and promised to call each other.
We kept our promises, and soon, Jake and I developed a strong, trusting friendship. In the meantime, I told Brendan to fuck off. I was glad to be rid of him, but that meant that now I was without a regular sex partner. I'm not the kind of girl who likes to fuck a lot of strange men at once, so I've always tried to maintain either a steady boyfriend or a steady lover. But finding a new lover was not my biggest problem. What I really needed was a lover who was into the same things I'm into.
Simply, I enjoy violence with my sex. But, since finding others who like violence has always been difficult, I usually made do with the Brendans of the world, and got my need for violence satisfied by getting into fist-fights and by seeking physical pain from various sources such as body piercing, tattoos, and razor play. These methods were good for taking the edge off, but I still often found myself very frustrated. I couldn't stomach the thought of more drunk, boring sex, but I was aching for a lover. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to tell my troubles to Jake I trusted that even if he found my preferences abhorrent, he would neither turn away from me nor run to his friends with sick stories. I spilled my guts to him one night when we were hanging out.
As I spoke, I saw Jake's eyes lighting up, and I noticed that though he wasn't speaking much, he was nodding his head frequently. By his responses, I could tell that Jake was neither shocked nor disgusted by what I was describing. To my ecstatic ears, Jake confided to me that he was also a pain/adrenaline junkie, and like me, had a hard time finding willing partners.
Without saying a word, I smiled at Jake, gently brushed his long, soft, brown hair off of his neck and shoulder, leaned in close, and then viciously bit down on the flesh of his neck. Jake made a strangled, startled noise, grunted, and wrapped his arms around me tightly. We held that position for a long moment. I alternated the pressure of my teeth on his flesh, and felt the pulse of his neck correspond with the pulse I could feel from his growing, hardening penis pressed against my crotch.
I let go of his neck to look in his eyes. They were softly glazed, but I could see the wild light of pain and adrenaline in them. Still wrapped in his arms with his hard, pulsing dick against my crotch, Jake roughly grabbed me by the hair, yanked my head back, and sank his teeth into the sensitive area between my neck and shoulder.
The pain exploded in my brain. My whole concentration centered on the pain and pressure on my neck, the sharp grinding of Jake's teeth against my flesh, my pussy becoming hotter and wetter as I ground myself into Jake's rock-hard dick, and the dual charges of intense pain and intense pleasure firing in my brain. My fingernails, already sharpened on the edges, found their way under Jake's shirt and clawed deep, bloody gashes into the taut skin of Jake's back.
When we finally pulled apart, we were both wild-eyed and breathing heavily, and more than a little surprised by what had just happened. It was unplanned, and totally unexpected for both of us. We smiled at each other, then Jake put his arms back around me and kissed me long and deeply. We play-bit each other - a lip here, a tip of a tongue there - just a little. We were standing, as we had been the whole time, and tentatively, almost dance-like, we began rubbing our still throbbing crotches together. I wanted to abuse him. I could feel the violence welling up inside me, but at the moment, we had nowhere we could go to experiment with each other. We pulled away from each other frustrated, but Jake promised me that he would come up with something.
True to his word, Jake called me the next night and told me to be ready when he picked me up. He found somewhere.
Jake drove me to the garage where he worked. He unlocked the door and whisked me inside. He turned on the heater and the radio, and I began to look around. As I did, I smiled and realized that Jake's shop had a myriad of possibilities for two young, horny, S&M aficionados. Jake, apparently, had gotten the same idea while he was at work that day.
We wandered around, picking up the various objects that appealed to us. Jake picked up two long, thick, black metal shelf brackets that had holes an inch apart along its length, and several hard plastic ties that resembled garbage bag ties but were longer, stronger, and thicker. I picked up clothespins, lengths of flexible rubber tubing, and various metal clamps. We got to work.
