For as long as I remember, the thought of being the “victim” was
always exciting. And during my childhood, there were people around me that
made this desire even more real. I was eleven when the first real thoughts
came to my mind.
You could say I was a loner at that age. Few of the other girls were
really interested in being my friend. It didn’t help that both my mother and
father were alcoholics and the whole town knew it. So, I spent alot of time
alone. My parents were brutal to me at times, locking me in my room, going
without dinner, leaving me for hours on end. But, there was one person who
would come over and play. His name was Mark. And, at this time, he was just
turning fourteen. (more…)

It’s been close to a year since I met Tiffany. Our meeting
was rather bizarre (ain’t it amazing what Greyhound can do for
your sex life?) and we’d done some rather strange things with
each other (like a different kind of synchronized swimming) so we
decided to actually start dating. We decided that it would be a
somewhat non-exclusive relationship but we wound up seeing each
other more than other people.

She called me one afternoon. It was the day after my birth-
day and she wanted to do something. I suggested a trip to Niaga-
ra Falls. It is one of my favorite places to go. She agreed and
said she’d be over in about 10 minutes. (more…)

A nice evening at her place, I thought as we got out of the
car. Good wine, a wonderful sex goddess, and a good dinner
lying happily in my stomach. What else could a man ask for?
“To fuck like crazed weasels!”, I muttered as I watched Jennifer
slink up the walkway, with her one flawless leg catching in the
light from the street light. “What’s that, dear?” she said,
pivoting to look at me. A flash of white skin caught the dim
yellow light where the stump I’d been thinking about through
dinner was. “Nothing, I was just muttering to myself. They
tell me the insanity isn’t anything to worry about unless I
start st-st-stu-stuttering.” (more…)