As I sit stating at the screen, listening to Moonlight Sonata and reading about "The Birth of a Sadist" I can only remember my old life. My sentiments probably wont mean much to you, but they mean a lot to me. I want to share them with you.

I was picked on a lot as a child. Some people remember the casual name-calling, or maybe even the infamous wedgie. I had no bullies, those that laughed at me individually were confronted and beaten. The children that stuck in groups, however, were a different story. I never had friends because of them. I was beaten, spit on, laughed at, and many a time threatened with various forms of torture.

Looking back I should be angry, but I'm thankful. If it weren't for the children that made my life hell I would have turned out just like them. Instead I was a beast off its leash.

I've never been a sadist. Some days I'll be a fan of the occasional B, D or SM, but never all the time.

There were no profound hiking experiences, only a girl that I fell for. Her name was Maureen. She told me to call her "Mo." She was half-black + half-white. The only problem was that I had met her over the internet years ago when I was still picking the crusty, ripped wedgie underwear out of my ass. She understood me... I still love her to this day, though I've never actually met her.

The other was Traci, and she was a psycho. Sometimes during sex she would bite me until I bled. She would beg me to bite back. The only thing we had in common is we only clicked when her knees were by her ears.

Now, I love Momo as much as someone of my calibur can. But men have needs. I wound up sleeping with other women during my time with her. Eventually, one of my friends told her. We had a falling out and we didn't talk for a few months. When we talked again, everything had changed. It became about the sex. We would take turns fucking different people and telling each other about it. Soon, she was organizing group sex activities and I needed to one-up her. It was a ruthless competition.

I guess that's when the kink came in. I began experimenting with BDSM, Lingerie, role-playing, and other things. I broke it off with Traci and explained that she wasn't my type. That's when the hate sex happened. It happened inside a parking garage during winter. People walked by, cheering and clapping. I broke up with Traci, spit in her face, and left. Now we'd started fucking in public.

Of course, now she's won. She's won because you people suck at helping me. How does that make you feel?

P.S. I forgot to say this: but feel free to share your own experiences, fetishes, and women that have changed your perception on sex and liberation.

one time i hit my dog cause he peed on the carpet and i got a boner



hope that helps