You know what has been my deepest fantasy?"Dad asked her, I thought, in a more subdued voice. "What?" That she just walks in one day, tells me to, 'Mo...e over bitch, I am taking over your husband, ' and then the two of you make love - in front of me. After that, she makes me your slave, your servant. God, how often have I dreamt that she pulls me by my hair for some small fault. It's the sheer unfairness, you know, that turns me on. That and the feeling that my daughter is now my mistress, the. Hum logo 1 dost ki tarah the per aaj kal na jane kyon mere man usse dekh ke machalne laga tha khair jo bi tha main to uskain naam ki muthha mar k kaam chala leta tha kuch dino se main dekh raha tha ki meri bahan badi uddas rahne lagi the main us se iski wajah poochi per usne kuch jabab nahi diya lekin mere bahut Poochne per usne shrmatain huye bataya ki bhaiye uski peshab wali jagah se khoon aata hain or jor jor se rone lagi wo soch rahi the ki us se koi beemari ho gayi hain thabhi mere demmag. I prepared myself for my weekly ritual.The shaving cream felt chillyagainst my skin.The blade of the razor felt liberating.It was funny. I wondered if men who had a real stubble felt anydiscomfort while shaving? I imagined myself having a coarse stubble andthe joy of having to shave it. For me, it was the epitome of manhood.I spoke a few words forcing myself to speak a few octaves lower then Iusually do when I am stressed so that my gender became unambiguous.As I went through the ritual, I. Hell, I would masturbate any time and any place when I thought no one was looking. I then graduated to fingers and anything else I could stick my ass. Mom almost caught me a few times. Maybe she knew but never said. Then in Junior High, I discovered porn. Trading cut-out pics was all the rage. Oh My: Penthouse and Playboy. I found some of my 1970s Centerfolds in an old book I had as a teen. They are still HOT! I was not sure why but I knew what I liked. I still love muff diving! I can breathe.