I will be 30 this year, the pic in my profile is from 10 years ago, didn't
change too much though, just got a little slimmer.
studied german and philosophy till I, well, became, what i am now.

So here's my story, it starts just a few days after this picture was taken. I hope, some of you will like it...

It was at the beginning or my second year at the university. Everything still a little new, but hey, we made it through the first year and thought we did pretty good. We were going out to a club, something we didn’t do too often, as we couldn’t really afford it – and we didn’t like the people in most clubs anyway. We still tried to be intellectuals after all ;)
We were sitting at a table in the back, my – kind of – boyfriend and Erika, the girl I lived with, two other girlfriends and three guys from one of our seminars. There was a black DJ doing really good grooves, we liked it, even though we were more into indie-stuff. But there weren’t too many clubs with American DJs and he did know what he was doing. When his term was over, he stood at the bar. Cool guy, quite big, but not this heavy-wheight-lifting type. I don’t know, probably I was staring at him, but he looked across the room, right at our table and started walking slowly in our direction. The others didn’t realize, only Erika, who was as exited and scared as I was. Then he stood right in front of our table. "What’s up?", he said. Hes voice was deep and we grinned foolishly. Only now the boys and the other girls noticed and looked up at him in awe. "Mind if I have a seat?", he said and was so damm cool. Erika and one of the boys tried to make some space for him, but he didn’t even see them. He looked at my boyfriend and said just one word: "Move." The guy, who was actually just a very dear friend of mine, at least in my opinion, protested and tried to get closer to me, so the DJ could sit on his other side. "What’s this now?", the DJ said, "are you a baby", and imitating a high pitched whining white boy’s voice, "no, this is my seat, I go and tell my Mom, and she’ll get ya." Everybody was laughing, and so finally the tall black man came to sit right next to me.
It was like electricity, when I felt the rough denim of his jeans – and the heat underneath – against my naked thigh. I was wearing one of my few miniskirts that night.
Strange thing: he didn’t talk to me. Not a single word, he didn’t even seem to notice me. Craig, as I had heard his name was, talked charmingly to all the guys, was a little flattering with Erika and the girls, told stories, made them laugh, made them exited as he was talking about a world, none of us knew. A tough world, where only the strong have a chance. And "get the pussy", as he said, what made Erika and the girls shriek in excitement – and the eyes of the boys sparkle.
This went on forever. As nobody cared about me, I was drinking to much. And started to get a little tired, dizzy – when I heard the first words, he said to me, and only to me, as his lips were close to my ear all of a sudden: "Spread your legs." It hit me like a slap in the face – and my cheeks were burning just like it really had been. Everybody else was still talking loudly about his last sexy story, nobody had heard his words. I wanted to leave right away and tried to get up. But Craig just put his left arm around my shoulders, pressing me down firmly into my seat: "Now, what about our little shy girl – what’ s her name again, yes Ayshe, thanks bro. Ayshe, what was your craziest sex-story? Everybody told one already – it’s your turn now." With my cheeks still glowing, I started to tell a rather harmless story about some elevator-kissing, but added a few, what I then thought to be, explicit details. I was so happy to be in the party again. And I wanted to impress Craig...

to be continued!