28-09-2016, 06:29 AM
This is the 2nd part of what happened, to know how it got to this point, please read Part 1
Hare Raising Tail with Sofia the Bunny Pt1
Part II
As we are outside, I notice that the guy that was chatting up with us earlier found what he was looking for as he was walking down the street with someone. I pointed this out to my new friend, and we both laughed. So the evening had gotten really chilly! I was a bit surprised as I was not expecting it to be cold! So there we both are shivering, and I inquire where she parked, it happened to be in the same area that I had parked. Once traffic is clear we cross the street so we can get to our cars. I’m pretty damn cold getting to my car and get in, when my “new friend” got in the car with me on the passenger side. I really didn't think any of it, as it was cold, I was still a bit tipsy, and really needed to warm up. So I start the car and turn up the heater. Took a minute since it was a rental and I had no clue what did what. As the car warms up, we sit and chit chat a bit more. I told her that I have to be up early and a long drive ahead. She said she wasn’t too far and apparently has a studio or something like that 20-30 min away. I said she was lucky in that she didn’t have far to go.
I am not sure why, or what possessed me to ask. Perhaps some odd feeling of obligation due to the drinks that were bought, maybe just the feeling camaraderie? Maybe I just wasn't in the right frame of mind. I don’t know, sheer stupidity I guess, but this is what started a chain of events that may never be forgotten.
I asked her if she would like to see me lick my nipple seeing how it had seemed to spark her interest earlier in the evening. She said that she would like to see that. So it was a bit awkward, as I had never shown anyone my breast in person like that before. Why did I say anything for. So after a bit of struggle, I demo’d my ability. Then she asked if she could see, or I think that’s what she said, and I said okay. She leaned in and examined my breast, and then she went for it. I was shocked, but at the same time I was caught up in the moment. I tried to say something, but unfortunately what came out of my mouth were not words.
I was swimming in a sea of emotions. At the same time she was working on me up above, she was trying to free me down below. I pushed her hand away, but shortly after it would return. Though my legs were tightly pressed, she was able to eventually free me. 
There was a momentary lapse when I was hit with a new sensation. It was enough to jolt me out of my euphoric state of being. She had started to go down on me. After the initial shock of WTF wore off, I started to try and close my legs and push her head away, I felt a couple of mildly sharp twinges of pain as I tried to get her to stop. I told her no that I didn’t want that, it’s not something I like or want. I was having a difficult time trying to explain that as a female state of mind, that which is between my legs is not something I associated with well. Unfortunately my body was not cooperating with me and was saying otherwise! *sighs* She did stop and resumed on my top half. I felt like an on/off switch and the sea of emotions filled my head again. I was a little bit less out of it, and was able to utter low uh uh for her to stop. I am not even sure it was audible, but I took the opportunity to put myself away, and close my legs as tight as I could. She tried to work her way back into my panties and I would push her hand away. I was able to utter out why, and she said something but I am having trouble recalling what was said. Sadly resistance was futile and I was freed once again.
It didn’t take long for her to resume what she was doing before. Luckily it also didn’t take nearly as long for me to snap back to reality. Though my squirming trying to get away was not helping the situation at all, more than likely aiding. In my squirming resistance, I felt a few mildly sharp pains again. Now I asked her why she kept doing that to me. She said she wanted to make me cum. I said no, I don’t like that, and I can’t climax that way! Which was a lie, but I was hoping it would get her to finally stop. The ruse was a success, that finally put a stop to it. She said she needed to get going, and for some odd reason I apologized for not letting her do that to me. Why I apologized to her a few times in regards to that, I don’t know. My head was massively scrambled and I wasn’t really sure exactly how I got into this situation. I sat in my car for quite sometime also I was struggling to hook my bra back together. I wasn’t sure what to think, or do. Why did I let this happen?
I shook it off as best I could, and hurried back to my hotel where I could hopefully just sleep it off. I hurried through the front door, and the lady attendant from Tuesday night was there again, i just hurried past as I just wanted to get to my room and end this outing already. I get to my room, and quickly try and remove as much of the makeup as possible, I just want to go to bed. I get it off and I decide to wash myself off down below. In doing so, I immediately notice that something does not look right. The left side of my skin is swollen, not tender, just puffy right below the head. I washed the area and saw there were scrapes, son of a b*tch, skin was broken! I was horrified, it would seem that my night out ended from bad to worse! I of course immediately start searching the internet for information. Most of what I found was likely a bacterial infection. So soon? In just an hour? I finished up and went to bed.
A few hours later I woke up to get ready. Was it all just a horrible nightmare? The swelling of my skin told me otherwise. I was still a bit out of it, and things hadn’t fully sank in. I knew i was going to have to get an STI test. Just how exactly was I going to explain this? I would have to deal with that when the time came. I was still groggy, lost and confused, things really hadn’t clicked yet. I hurried to get to where I needed to be and pushed everything to be back of my mind.
Luckily I was meeting up with my brother that day and it would prove to be an excellent distraction from all of this. The rest of my day went fine, I was able to suppress everything quite well.
Saturday morning was a different story. I talked about it with a friend in the chatroom. Went over what had happened, not in this great of detail, but covered a lot of it. Everything came flooding in. How could I have been so stupid?!?! What was I thinking? What was wrong with me? How did I even let this happen? It was my own stupid fault, I brought this upon myself, and now I would have to deal with the consequences of my own stupidity. I was filled with shame, embarrassment, humiliation, I was completely disgusted with myself. I knew everything was my fault. I should have known better, and yet I let it happen anyway. So many things I should have done differently, yet it didn’t happen that way. I cried all morning, ashamed and embarrassed, of myself and what I had become.
I had already made up my mind the day before I was not going out again. I felt I really needed to end this, I couldn’t do this again, I couldn’t go out again, not if I was going to be so f*cking stupid and naive that it was going to get possibly result in something quite possibly far worse. Sadly, it is in my nature to be trusting of others. Doesn’t help that I am an open book, so easy to read. They say there is a sucker born every minute, and I guess I just happened to be the lucky one. Thankfully a couple of close friends from here helped change my perspective slightly. They both brought about valid points, while hard to disagree, I can’t help but blame myself. I am the perfect prey for anyone. New to the world, where all that glitters is not what it seems. I was not prepared for what was out there, I took it for granted that things would be safe when I knew we live in an unsafe world. I let my emotions get the better of me, instead of listening to my instincts.
I decided then I would not ever do this again. My next goal, if I get the chance, would be to go out normally. Like at a mall, lunch, or dinner, something along those lines. I would not go out alone without a friend I knew and could trust to a Bar or Club. I would not let something like this happen to me again. I could no longer have my pictures up, as I felt dirty, and wrong, ashamed of myself. Somehow the topless pictures of me brought this down upon me. I didn’t want to feel objectified, I didn’t want to be ever seen in that kind of light. I was not some piece of meat to be had. It really was my own fault, I did this to myself, no one else but me.
So Monday I went to the doctors to get my STI tests done. They gave me some pills to take care of any potentials. Hopefully I will hear back soon the results. Even if everything comes back clean, I will have to go back in 6 months just to be sure. Luckily my wife and I are not very intimate. When she’s hot, I’m cold, when I’m hot she’s cold, we’re never in sync. Also we never have unprotected sex. Neither one of us are “fixed” and we’re done with having children. A part of me feels that I deserve the worst, that’s what I get for playing with fire. Then everything will come to a miserable end. I know that is really messed up, and it is not what I want, not anywhere close. Just somethings are hard to forget, and some things are even harder to let go. I’ll try my hardest not to let this ruin my outlook on my future, but until all tests come back clean, I’ll have that dark cloud hanging over me.
I’m sorry to be a disappointment to any of you that follow me. I hope you never make the same mistakes I have made, and hopefully people will learn from my mistakes.
Hare Raising Tail with Sofia the Bunny Pt1
Part II
As we are outside, I notice that the guy that was chatting up with us earlier found what he was looking for as he was walking down the street with someone. I pointed this out to my new friend, and we both laughed. So the evening had gotten really chilly! I was a bit surprised as I was not expecting it to be cold! So there we both are shivering, and I inquire where she parked, it happened to be in the same area that I had parked. Once traffic is clear we cross the street so we can get to our cars. I’m pretty damn cold getting to my car and get in, when my “new friend” got in the car with me on the passenger side. I really didn't think any of it, as it was cold, I was still a bit tipsy, and really needed to warm up. So I start the car and turn up the heater. Took a minute since it was a rental and I had no clue what did what. As the car warms up, we sit and chit chat a bit more. I told her that I have to be up early and a long drive ahead. She said she wasn’t too far and apparently has a studio or something like that 20-30 min away. I said she was lucky in that she didn’t have far to go.
I am not sure why, or what possessed me to ask. Perhaps some odd feeling of obligation due to the drinks that were bought, maybe just the feeling camaraderie? Maybe I just wasn't in the right frame of mind. I don’t know, sheer stupidity I guess, but this is what started a chain of events that may never be forgotten.
I asked her if she would like to see me lick my nipple seeing how it had seemed to spark her interest earlier in the evening. She said that she would like to see that. So it was a bit awkward, as I had never shown anyone my breast in person like that before. Why did I say anything for. So after a bit of struggle, I demo’d my ability. Then she asked if she could see, or I think that’s what she said, and I said okay. She leaned in and examined my breast, and then she went for it. I was shocked, but at the same time I was caught up in the moment. I tried to say something, but unfortunately what came out of my mouth were not words.
I was swimming in a sea of emotions. At the same time she was working on me up above, she was trying to free me down below. I pushed her hand away, but shortly after it would return. Though my legs were tightly pressed, she was able to eventually free me. There was a momentary lapse when I was hit with a new sensation. It was enough to jolt me out of my euphoric state of being. She had started to go down on me. After the initial shock of WTF wore off, I started to try and close my legs and push her head away, I felt a couple of mildly sharp twinges of pain as I tried to get her to stop. I told her no that I didn’t want that, it’s not something I like or want. I was having a difficult time trying to explain that as a female state of mind, that which is between my legs is not something I associated with well. Unfortunately my body was not cooperating with me and was saying otherwise!
*sighs* She did stop and resumed on my top half. I felt like an on/off switch and the sea of emotions filled my head again. I was a little bit less out of it, and was able to utter low uh uh for her to stop. I am not even sure it was audible, but I took the opportunity to put myself away, and close my legs as tight as I could. She tried to work her way back into my panties and I would push her hand away. I was able to utter out why, and she said something but I am having trouble recalling what was said. Sadly resistance was futile and I was freed once again. It didn’t take long for her to resume what she was doing before.
Luckily it also didn’t take nearly as long for me to snap back to reality. Though my squirming trying to get away was not helping the situation at all, more than likely aiding. In my squirming resistance, I felt a few mildly sharp pains again. Now I asked her why she kept doing that to me. She said she wanted to make me cum. I said no, I don’t like that, and I can’t climax that way! Which was a lie, but I was hoping it would get her to finally stop. The ruse was a success, that finally put a stop to it. She said she needed to get going, and for some odd reason I apologized for not letting her do that to me. Why I apologized to her a few times in regards to that, I don’t know. My head was massively scrambled and I wasn’t really sure exactly how I got into this situation. I sat in my car for quite sometime also I was struggling to hook my bra back together. I wasn’t sure what to think, or do. Why did I let this happen? I shook it off as best I could, and hurried back to my hotel where I could hopefully just sleep it off. I hurried through the front door, and the lady attendant from Tuesday night was there again, i just hurried past as I just wanted to get to my room and end this outing already. I get to my room, and quickly try and remove as much of the makeup as possible, I just want to go to bed. I get it off and I decide to wash myself off down below. In doing so, I immediately notice that something does not look right. The left side of my skin is swollen, not tender, just puffy right below the head. I washed the area and saw there were scrapes, son of a b*tch, skin was broken! I was horrified, it would seem that my night out ended from bad to worse! I of course immediately start searching the internet for information. Most of what I found was likely a bacterial infection. So soon? In just an hour? I finished up and went to bed.
A few hours later I woke up to get ready. Was it all just a horrible nightmare? The swelling of my skin told me otherwise. I was still a bit out of it, and things hadn’t fully sank in. I knew i was going to have to get an STI test. Just how exactly was I going to explain this? I would have to deal with that when the time came. I was still groggy, lost and confused, things really hadn’t clicked yet. I hurried to get to where I needed to be and pushed everything to be back of my mind.
Luckily I was meeting up with my brother that day and it would prove to be an excellent distraction from all of this. The rest of my day went fine, I was able to suppress everything quite well.
Saturday morning was a different story. I talked about it with a friend in the chatroom. Went over what had happened, not in this great of detail, but covered a lot of it. Everything came flooding in. How could I have been so stupid?!?! What was I thinking? What was wrong with me? How did I even let this happen? It was my own stupid fault, I brought this upon myself, and now I would have to deal with the consequences of my own stupidity. I was filled with shame, embarrassment, humiliation, I was completely disgusted with myself. I knew everything was my fault. I should have known better, and yet I let it happen anyway. So many things I should have done differently, yet it didn’t happen that way. I cried all morning, ashamed and embarrassed, of myself and what I had become.
I had already made up my mind the day before I was not going out again. I felt I really needed to end this, I couldn’t do this again, I couldn’t go out again, not if I was going to be so f*cking stupid and naive that it was going to get possibly result in something quite possibly far worse. Sadly, it is in my nature to be trusting of others. Doesn’t help that I am an open book, so easy to read. They say there is a sucker born every minute, and I guess I just happened to be the lucky one. Thankfully a couple of close friends from here helped change my perspective slightly. They both brought about valid points, while hard to disagree, I can’t help but blame myself. I am the perfect prey for anyone. New to the world, where all that glitters is not what it seems. I was not prepared for what was out there, I took it for granted that things would be safe when I knew we live in an unsafe world. I let my emotions get the better of me, instead of listening to my instincts.
I decided then I would not ever do this again. My next goal, if I get the chance, would be to go out normally. Like at a mall, lunch, or dinner, something along those lines. I would not go out alone without a friend I knew and could trust to a Bar or Club. I would not let something like this happen to me again. I could no longer have my pictures up, as I felt dirty, and wrong, ashamed of myself. Somehow the topless pictures of me brought this down upon me. I didn’t want to feel objectified, I didn’t want to be ever seen in that kind of light. I was not some piece of meat to be had. It really was my own fault, I did this to myself, no one else but me.
So Monday I went to the doctors to get my STI tests done. They gave me some pills to take care of any potentials. Hopefully I will hear back soon the results. Even if everything comes back clean, I will have to go back in 6 months just to be sure. Luckily my wife and I are not very intimate. When she’s hot, I’m cold, when I’m hot she’s cold, we’re never in sync. Also we never have unprotected sex. Neither one of us are “fixed” and we’re done with having children. A part of me feels that I deserve the worst, that’s what I get for playing with fire. Then everything will come to a miserable end. I know that is really messed up, and it is not what I want, not anywhere close. Just somethings are hard to forget, and some things are even harder to let go. I’ll try my hardest not to let this ruin my outlook on my future, but until all tests come back clean, I’ll have that dark cloud hanging over me.
I’m sorry to be a disappointment to any of you that follow me. I hope you never make the same mistakes I have made, and hopefully people will learn from my mistakes.
Regarding my drinking, I was already well on my way to sobering up. The shock of what happened really sobered me up as well. Plus I sat there in my car for quite sometime. Enough time for me to realize that there were plenty of cars still around for well past closing. Plus I know I had seen people getting into their cars as I was getting into mine, yet they were still there. 
Like I said, I need to list out my lessons learned regarding my two outings.