I don't particularly want to do this one. But here goes.
She and I were friends through a difficult period. I'd finally gone to court, lost my license, ended up on probation. Considering i was looking at 7 years, i was incredibly lucky. Some people call that God. I don't.
She was engaged (of sorts) to some guy who lived in upstate New York. We had never fooled around, and i'd even been proud of the fact that i for the first time had a girl who was a friend, that i wasn't trying to sleep with. I even told her that.
And then the bottom fell out, and i fell for her. I told her, she told me she'd been in to me from the start, but she also told me, that fateful night (by the lake, which was gay) "I'm really crazy. You don't even know."
She wasn't kidding. Instead, we took off on a horrific "relationship" that involved me fucking her and then wanting her to be GONE the second it was done. I'm not ashamed to admit i never made her cum--hot or not (and she was hot) we disgusted each other. We plowed around, and i turned into the meanest motherfucker you could find. I probably would've been better off hitting her, but instead, i just emotionally terrorized her. By the time we ended it, she'd broken into my home, called me a sexual predator, incorporated my life into public art, and i'd developed a "reputation."
She also seemed to go completely insane.
I could regale some twisted tales, but what's the point? My own edification? No one reads these, and if anybody did, they probably would think i was lying. The best thing i can say now is that she's married, and happy. I'm not, but i've never, not once, treated anyone (girl, guy, animal) as poorly as i treated her. While that may make for poor comfort--well, i pull any illegal shit. She handled that.
She and I were friends through a difficult period. I'd finally gone to court, lost my license, ended up on probation. Considering i was looking at 7 years, i was incredibly lucky. Some people call that God. I don't.
She was engaged (of sorts) to some guy who lived in upstate New York. We had never fooled around, and i'd even been proud of the fact that i for the first time had a girl who was a friend, that i wasn't trying to sleep with. I even told her that.
And then the bottom fell out, and i fell for her. I told her, she told me she'd been in to me from the start, but she also told me, that fateful night (by the lake, which was gay) "I'm really crazy. You don't even know."
She wasn't kidding. Instead, we took off on a horrific "relationship" that involved me fucking her and then wanting her to be GONE the second it was done. I'm not ashamed to admit i never made her cum--hot or not (and she was hot) we disgusted each other. We plowed around, and i turned into the meanest motherfucker you could find. I probably would've been better off hitting her, but instead, i just emotionally terrorized her. By the time we ended it, she'd broken into my home, called me a sexual predator, incorporated my life into public art, and i'd developed a "reputation."
She also seemed to go completely insane.
I could regale some twisted tales, but what's the point? My own edification? No one reads these, and if anybody did, they probably would think i was lying. The best thing i can say now is that she's married, and happy. I'm not, but i've never, not once, treated anyone (girl, guy, animal) as poorly as i treated her. While that may make for poor comfort--well, i pull any illegal shit. She handled that.