Blindfolded at the Drive-Thru: An Unexpected Adventure

How easily do you trust

When was the first time you knew you trusted your partner? I mean really trust them? Would you trust them with your life when you have only known them for a few weeks? The following is a true story, one that I wouldn't recommend to anyone else. In my case, it worked out great, and 11 years later, it still makes for a great story. Now if my daughter was to do something like this, I would fucking kill her...

DISCLAIMER:

Before you continue indulging in my memoir, if you are a prude or uptight, then stop reading this. Go back to cleaning your house while tending to your crying Ivy League prodigies. Actually, just don't read any of my blogs because you will not like them, or worse, you will. But for those of you who read my blogs regularly, call me, because we should be friends.

When you know, you know

Adam and I met online (J-Date) in 2007, about 11 years ago. The moment we started talking, we spoke via webcam so there was no lying about looks or personality. I was living in the middle of the rain forest on Kauai and he was living in the middle of the concrete jungle in Los Angeles. We took turns flying back and forth every 8-10 days. We both knew that we were going to marry each other before we physically met.

Our sex life was perfect from the beginning, and our communication was just as good. We talked about fantasies and how we wanted to always keep our "bedroom boogy" hot and spicy. We made a pact that every time we flew out to see each other, the person with the home advantage was in charge of coming up with something fun to do. This time it was his turn. He told me to bring a picnic blanket, handcuffs, a blindfold, and to wear a skirt with no panties. So of course I was thinking we were going on a picnic so we would have sex outdoors.

Do you trust me?

It was 5pm and time to get the party started. As I walked down the 14 steps to the dark, and cold, garage, with my blanket in one hand and handcuffs in the other, I stared at him with a concerned smile not knowing what was next. But then again, I guess that was part of the thrill. My sandals were clicking and echoing on the black cement floor as we approached his midnight-black, Lexus. He stopped me, grabbed my wrist, and said, "Do you trust me?" "Ummmm yes?" I replied with a nervous, yet excited, voice. With a strong and confident tone he said "Then I want you to do everything I tell you to do and don't question me". Now that was the point where a normal single mom would think, "This is where I get killed" but, nope not me, It didn't even cross my mind with him. He opened up the doors to the back seat and told me to sit in the middle. He slowly spread my legs open, handcuffed one hand to the handlebar above the door, and then my other hand to the opposite side. I was completely vulnerable and at his mercy. He could do whatever he wanted to me and there was not a damn thing I could do about it.

Now, imagine you're in my shoes. You're in a dark and empty garage in LA, with a man you've only known for a few weeks, not to mention you met online. You're in the back seat of his car wearing a blindfold and handcuffed to the back door. Seriously WTF is wrong with you?

The Drive

He got in the front seat and my heartbeat quickened, my cheeks heated up, my palms were sweaty, and I start thinking of all the crazy things that could happen to me. All of the sudden, we stopped at a stop light, and I heard my left window go down. HOLY CRAP!!! I nervously cracked up and yelled at him to "Roll up the window, now" Of course, he didn't. He just slowly drove around, the very busy, Ventura Blvd; making sure he stopped at every stop light.

He has had this unnerving effect on me since the day we met. With his looks, his charm, his witty personality, sense of security, and confidence. I didn't watch Criminal Minds or Law and Order SVU back then and maybe if I did, I wouldn't be in the situation I allowed him to put me in. I could totally see them making an episode based on my stupidity. But who would star, me? He had complete control over me and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

He then decided to grab the "bullet" from some vibrating panties and put it between my legs every time the car stopped. I can't even imagine how many people looked over at us and thought about calling the police.

Are we there yet?

It felt like we had been driving for hours. All of a sudden we stopped and I heard a very loud female voice say, "Welcome to Wendy's, may I take your order?" This is where I really started to panic and I frantically told him to roll up the window. Ignoring me, he ordered a chocolate frosty and proceeded to the next window but before we got there, he finally rolled it up. I knew this woman could see me and I bet the view she had was of my very naked inner thighs, staring right at her from the middle of the back seat. As we pulled away from the drive-thru, I felt a very cold frosty pressed ever so gently against my lady bits. I was so mixed with emotion, going from warmth to vibration to frostbite.

Five minutes later, he stopped the car and got out. I heard the back door unlock and his firm hands removed the blindfold from my eyes. "Did you have fun?" he asked with a huge grin. "Yes!" I replied in pure laughter. That was the moment that I knew I could truly trust him with my life. So again, my question to you is: Would you trust your partner with your life when you've only known him for a few weeks? I would.