You know that feeling you get when you know something bad's about to happen?

You get this sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, your heart beats faster and faster, your skin gets clammy and your fight or flight sets in?

You try to find an out but he's right there at every turn, stalking patiently. Biding his time. He knows he's going to take you and the more the fear builds the better he likes it.

Now imagine I was silly enough to get myself into a situation where, I plan for two weeks away over Christmas, by myself, leaving my husband at home alone to tug his dick at night.

Two weeks where I am to meet a guy I met on here, sight unseen who has promised to do terrible and wonderful things to me. A guy who has a bunch of men lined up to make one of my more terrifying fantasies cum true.

Alone, no one to turn too if things go badly, no guarantee of being safe at any point in time, a well to do married woman with a respectable job who, for 14 days has decided to be nothing more than 3 holes for these men to use and abuse.

Am I nuts?

NAH! I'm fucking amazing!