I pulled laid her down onto my couch as I ran into the other room coming back out with some rope and a knife. I tied her hands behind her back and lai... the knife on a table near her. I then sat down and waited for her to come to so we could start the fun. Once she came to she realized her hands were bound behind her back so she began to scream I slapped her once across the face and said “Bitch shut the hell up you better not scream again if you know what’s good for you.” She silently nodded in. They started asking me tongue-in-cheek if I was in love with him etc.Then, one day, something very unexpected happened.It was a Saturday night towards the end of the season. That afternoon the footy team had suffered a crushing loss in a game they had expected to win. It meant that they could not now make the finals and everyone was a little down about it. The players and coaches and the older men from the committee all drank even more than they usually did. Even the girls behind the bar had a. Turns out, it's more of a curse- instead of getting the nickname "anaconda" in the locker room, I was called "mutant". The k**s used to circle around me and chant "MUTANT DICK,MUTANT DICK! LALALALALALA". I can still hear the faint echos of their torment. My parents had to order custom pants for me. It was rough growing up. Then when I became a horny little bastard of a teenager- it sucked to be in school and to be hard because EVERYONE could tell- I would try to tell people that I had a third. In this sweet embrace we rocked for what must have been hours. I was constantly teetering on the edge of an orgasm and occasionally let myself fall over the precipice, our mouths nibbling, our breaths entwined."Tonight John, for just one night, I love you!" I confessed, consumed by these amazing feelings. I was crying just a little when I added. "This can only be one night my darling. I'm sorry. I can't see you again. This is our special act of mischief. I will always remember loving you like.