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 good evening, sir, the wind is rising here as isidore threatens ...  wild
sounds out there ...  just clicking keyboard inside, candles, jewel-red
wine and incense from the monks ...  i wish you were here but what good
would it do me ...  you could at least let me crawl after you begging for
your cock ...  and after all didn't liane at the end of that little hike
get a reward ...

   - Who are you?  i don't know who i am, there's been a bit of confusion.
to put it mildly.  i was sort of hoping you would tell me.

   - What are your perversions?

   i love being whipped, slapped, spanked etc.  i love being fucked no
matter who it is.  cock-worshipper.  once my 13-year-old, innocent,
beautiful nephew accidentally witnessed me writhing ecstatically under my
grandfather's belt (during the years he fucked me regularly, he - obviously
- did get to know me a little) and even though i eventually saw his shocked
eyes watching us, i didn't try to stop either the whipping or the fucking
which occurred immediately after ...  here's what i think is the perverted
part: even though i knew this poor kid was getting his mind rearranged, not
only could i not stop humping under the belt, but i COULD NOT stop myself
from sticking my pussy in the air and trying to get him to stick his cock
in it fast - acting like an incredible filthy slut in front of this little
angel ...  and not being able to stop myself because of the need for cock
...  seems slightly perverted.  or very.  :)

   - What is your sickest fantasy?

   sickest as in sickest?  what if it makes you sick?  :) i'm terrified of
pissing you off again ...  do you really want to hear the details of my
most extreme fantasy?  it's pretty disgusting.  i'm a pretty disgusting
cunt.

   - What is the most degrading thing that you have ever experienced?

   hmm, this could take awhile.  :) this must be the bonus question, Sir. i
just realized i've been thinking about this question, trying to decide on
the answer, for about 30 minutes!  dear me.  hard choice for someone with
my history.  such a colorful scrapbook of memories to choose from ...  it's
funny you know, but since writing the tit bio for you i almost have a
feeling of lightness somehow, like telling someone all that painful history
sort of unloaded it in a way.  so thank you, and thank you for
acknowledding the difficulty of pulling it up.  so there are a couple of
things left over that didn't get put in the bio so if they're still hanging
around maybe it means i'm supposed to throw those in too ...  lighten it up
just a bit more hopefully ...  this memory would also definitely included
on the short list for the most degrading thing i've ever experienced.  the
worst part of this experience has to be the memory of it ...  of the way i
acted ...  not often, but every once in a while regularly (if that makes
sense), circumstances provided my grandfather access to me.  many times in
my teenage years i would wake up with him on top of me, clutching at my
gown and panties, trying to yank them out of the way, growling at me and
pawing at my tits and pussy - a drunk tobacco-smelling sweaty pig reeking
of b.o.  - and then, after undoing his pants and jerking his shirt off so
i'd have his hairy stinking chest against me, he would fuck me for what
seemed like forever.  being drunk, it took him much longer than it would
have, and the problem was i couldn't take that much fucking without getting
into it.  so each time i would end up fucking this horrible beast like a
lovestruck bride, kissing him passionately and riding him like i was on the
joyride of my life ...  are you too disgusted by me Sir?

   respectfully, confessingcunt

   p.s.  i'm still wrtiting in response to some of the mail, Sir, but just
felt like sending you this part of it now just in case you're on and about
and might have pity on me and assure me of course you're disgusted by me
... but entertained enough to love me anyway?