The way I met my abusive older ex:
Friend tells me if I want to fuck a crossdresser this is where to go
Trust friend, go
Meet the person he told me about, he gives me a pill and is friendly
I'm totally stoked, the club is packed for his event, this was my first time being in a place like this, it was dirty, colorful, loud, and felt dangerous, but he was literally in charge and I was his friend so I felt safe
He asks if I want to go back to his place to sleep it off, I do
He says he has to stop at his job to get something, it's a salon
He gropes me outside the door after we walk up the stairwell
I'm frozen, not sure how to react but I'm enjoying it, going with the flow
He takes it out and gives me a little handy for fun, no blastoff
I'm out of it
Dizzy
Get to his place
Fuck like animals
Some of the best sex I've had in my life
I only topped
He later tells me he has a husband
also he tried really hard to get me to be polyamorus and would get mad and nasty whenever I showed any fear or apprehension or anxiety about it, or diagust, he'd just start calling me names and saying I was a closed minded bigot and shit
and one night his giant bear husband got jealous af even though they're "polyamorus" and slammed the door so hard it almost came off the hinges, so my partyfag took me on a ride to have a long conversation and said we can't have sex anymore...and then I dicked him in my car...I should have ran the day after we fucked the first time, years could have been put to better use.
I remember telling him I just want someone to be my own, and for me to be their own, and that I'd be grateful to even get that much, and he comes back at me with "that sounds like slavery" and shit, like dude you're the sick fuck trying to impose not me