11 years ago, I engaged in a risque sexual behaviour with a guy I met on the internet.
The first date, we made out and the guy suddenly grabbed my hand and masturbated himself with my hand. I froze and I didn't know what to do.
It escalated to several more meetups which never ended in PV sex because he was insisting that we do it without a condom and I was not that stupid to agree. But oral, yes.
I have never forgotten it, became obsessed with him despite leaving the country and not seeing him again. I have deluded myself that we were friends. I think towards the last few years, we were sort of friends. But he has always had this hold on me.
We were still talking occasionally until a few months ago when I blocked him because I found out he's getting married and I cannot handle it.
I have been slut-shaming myself thinking if I did not behave like that, things would probably be different.
I know I sound like a lunatic right now, but this is killing me.
I don't know what I need right now. Maybe a hug, or a slap in the face. It's been 11 years and I'm still this much affected.