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Dark Wave (4/5)
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The friend from high school who got me into the goth scene was a guy I had hung out with during the latter part of high school; we used to hang out and listen to metal and punk rock. He'd also gone into the military and later discharged. We worked in the same place for a while in different departments, and spent a lot of time together outside of work. I met his girlfriend at the time, and they introduced me to goth music. I'd listened to a fair bit of deathrock-style punk in high school, but this was the first time I'd heard other kinds of dark music.
They were very easygoing and open, and since I was around a lot, was openly gay and hadn't ever been with a girl, they eventually proposed that I join them in a bisexual triad, which I did. We were together for a couple of years in a very loving 3-way relationship. She was the first woman to make love to me; very considerate, she started slow, and taught me how to eat pussy. We also did a bit of reverse cowgirl, which was interesting and new but a bit awkward and not really my thing. We shared a double-headed dildo while he watched; later he finally started fucking me. She and I would spend a lot of time worshiping his cock, and would also have periodic lesbian-style sessions with a lot of sensuality and oral play. Incense, roses, funereal music, mood lighting, ceramic skulls with candles on them, red wine and pot, the whole trip. We even dabbled in the occult for a while. That was around when I started crossdressing regularly; for a couple years I'd go out to goth clubs dressed up.
After a couple of years, another close friend of ours committed suicide, and the three of us drifted apart after that. She broke up with him and went full-time lesbian. I went through a period of depression, working all the time and clubbing all weekend, picking up guys at gay bars once in a while, and playing bass for a couple of thrash metal bands. I got a computer around then, and started spending a lot of time on the relatively new Internet. Met a woman online, did the pen pal thing for a couple of years; at one point she talked me down from suicide. I flew to England to visit her (she was living there at the time), and we hit it off; started a physical relationship right there. We went to the Whitby goth convention, and I crossdressed for part of it. I flew home and she moved to New York, where I joined her less than a year later.
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Posted on : May 11, 2015
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