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 Hi Sickman, Thank you for your reply to my fan femail - what an amazing
honor for me to get mail from you!  First of all, I'm sorry.  Please.  I
meant please.  I just never thought you'd answer.  I actually have good
manners, really.  May I please be presumptuous enough to ask if you're
actually familiar with Rumi?  Jesus Christ.  Who are you?  I did take the
name Mevlani as a tribute to him.  Mira is short for Mirabai, the name of
another ecstatic mystic, a beautiful wild woman and a poet very much like
Rumi - well, actually that's untrue, nobody's very like Rumi.  But she's in
the same general ballpark.  Her work is very beautiful and all about the
union with God reached through physical ecstacy ...  Which brings me to how
much I love what you write.  :) Land of Rape and Honey was one of the first
rape stories i ever read and it just blew me away.  i felt like i was going
over a roller coaster cunt-first.  i was astonished at the understanding
you had of - i don't know how to put it - you knew exactly what i was
hiding, is all i can say.  You knew what really turned me on, under the
disguise of the intelligent "successful" woman, a feminist no less,
pretending to be normal ...  It never occured to me there were men who
understood my dark side, and understood so startlingly well.  But you knew
exactly.  And you know.  The parts of Holiday in Bosnia you mentioned in
your mail, the nailing and gang rape of Mama and the days-long use of the
sister tied to the bed ...  oh yes, exactly my favorite scenes ...  how do
you KNOW ...  It's hard to pick favorite parts of Land of Rape because it
all makes me wet as hell, the whole damn thing, from the hook in the cheek
to the perfect ending - "and she never ever had sex again" ...  the
perfectly written downward spiral of humiliation - never seen it done
better - the wonderful way they make her beg to do everything, the way they
forbid her to scratch, the way they get her pussy bare, the piss drinking,
the hot corn abuse and then the whipping til she eats it (and the worse and
worse things she has to eat!), the "coach" character, whom I fell in love
with ...  hm, based on anyone we know?  the wonderful transformation of
Liane into the perfect little camp slut ...  the scenes where the coach,
the cool guy, gets her to himself, when she shaves him and they talk, when
he makes her pick blueberries (and float them, wonderful touch having her
lactating, love that) and jump and sing, when he watches her amused,
enjoying the theatre when she has to eat the pot of pussyscum, when he
won't fuck her, when he makes her crawl after him begging to suck him ...
totally delicious ...  all of it ...  loved the binding in plastic with the
tits out for the mosquitoes ...  the wonderful escalation of violence, when
they take turns beating her, the cherry-on-top-of-the-cake dog scene ...  i
loved it all.  And even though i've read lots more rape stories that i
loved since those first few sleep-deprived weeks discovering the rape
sites, i found myself returning to this first great one over and over.  i
can't tell you how many times i've made that trip through the woods with
Liane.  :) or how many of the great touches in the story have made their
way into my fantasies at night when i begin to dream ...  and get wetter
and wetter ...  and hotter and hotter ...  and rub my pussy harder and
harder as i go back into those woods with Liane, the lucky bitch ...  and
start to cum my brains out, dreaming of lenin grinning at me as he
approaches with the glowing red poker from the campfire ...  and the rest
of the guys surrounding me, their cigarettes needing a good cunt-ashtray
... mmmm ...  i really should get up and go get a towel but i feel it's
better not to move til i've been an obedient cunt and answered your
questions ...  or tried my best ...  whatever that means coming from a
worthless lying whore like me ...

   - who are you?  b., mild-mannered lifestyles editor of a small daily
newspaper in a Southern city by day, mirabai by night.  mirabai loves rpp,
loves rape stories and toons, the more brutal the better.  she's also (this
ought to take care of the entertainment value i would think) a born-again
christan and is actually a leader in her (southern baptist) church.  only
teaches cunts, though.  women's ministries, they call it, not cunt ministry
- that would be mira's name for it.  mira and billie both are 42, single,
sweet blue eyes, long chestnut hair (good for grabbing, mira won't let
billie get it cut) and fair skin.  big pink and white tits with more droop
than the vain billie would like - she's saving up funds for a tit job. 
mira likes their big stupid tits, says they beg for tit torture and are
made for it.  the women are 5' 10" and not willowy.  amazonian, 170 lbs. 
if you're a little guy they might kick your ass.  on the other hand ...  in
a real power exchange ...  it might be pretty fucking erotic to have this
big tall blubbering southern belle cunt ...  who has never done jackshit to
act on her fantasies btw ...  too busy hiding ...  but it's building
sickman ...  been coming for awhile ...  no pun intended ...  another thing
you should probably know is billie is all talk and won't be sending
pictures or meeting anyone because she's a piece of shit coward who is the
most divided, guilt-ridden and confused little tight-ass bitch you're ever
going to meet.  mirabai is working on some integration issues ...  of the
two personalities ...  when she's let out of that closet at any rate ... 
and when she's not jamming things up her cunt and ass and dreaming of sick
men raping and torturing her til she's just three bleeding gaping holes
dribbling cum ...

   - what are your perversions?  being so full of shit during the day.  not
fucking any man who asks.  if only one would demand ...  we might get mira
to come out for her playtime a little sooner in the day than usual ...

   - what is your sickest fantasy?  that i win the lottery or sell a novel
and have a shitload of money and can spend all i want on clothes and
jewelry ...  oh, you mean one that involves my poor hungry pussy probably
...  well, there's one about the disgruntled sports editor who drags the
stuckup bitch editor into his office to explain what a deadline really is
...  as he stuffs her screaming mouth full of a crumpled up newspaper and
gets ready to jam his fat cock and then his fist into her tightly clenched
body ...  before he calls in the pressroom crew (amusingly, they're
actually called "inserters" - they insert ad sections into the newspapers)-
some of the most frightening-looking reprobates you'll ever want to meet,
straight out of a flannery o'connor nightmare - to enjoy and abuse her
naked, spread-eagled, bleeding white body ...  oh my god ...  i definitely
need to get a towel to protect this expensive computer chair ...  i'll be
back sickman ...  oh fuck me - mirabai is just getting warmed up but billie
can never forget that old dorothy parker line that only lunatics write
letters longer than four pages.  i must be near the e-mail equivalent.  i
have to stop and go clean up from the sweet sloppy cum i just gave myself
from talking to you and get ready to transform into the female clark kent
...  what a ridiculous cunt ...

   - What is the most degrading thing that you have ever experienced?  12
years of public school in the American South.

   respectfully yours to abuse, charm or ignore,

   xxx (small kisses for your face) XXX (bigger kisses for your body) and
OOO ...  the shape my mouth would take just in case you were to grab me by
a big chunk of my long hair and twist and twist your fist around it til you
could jerk my face anyplace you might like it ...

   mirabai