But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Jaz. My real name is John, but you can call me Jaz. I'm a Rapeaholic (123, "HI JAZ!")Some of you may know ...e. I've been writing rape stories on the internet for years. Hardcore, nasty stuff. That's what I like. But they were just fiction for the most part. Oh some of them are a little true... but not completely. Maybe a Reader told me about her rape, and asked me to write about it. Like to cathartisize it. I fantasize, I wrote about what I would like. Whilst the studio held a wide range of outfits, mostly fetish wear, I also had quite a collection of clothing, bought for scenes that started 'vanilla' before developing, some of these items I kept in the third bedroom, mostly those I bought for upcoming commissions, preferring not to take them to the studio until I had sourced everything needed to complete the necessary outfits.Sorting through the clothes I found what I needed and carried the small pile back to the bedroom, placing them on the. "I cast my eyes downward so I could avoid her gaze. "Um, it's justthat... well..." Come on, you can tell me anything, love."I blushed furiously. "I'm, um, just, um, kind of disappointed that, uh,that I wont get a chance to experience sex with a guy."I heard her sharp intake of breath and looked up to see the shock in herface. I hoped that admission hadn't hurt her opinion of me. Maybe shethought I was gay. I mean, what guy wants to be with another guy? Butin spite of all the enjoyment we. I knew iam the surprise. It became addiction that I had sex with her everyday. That was the day of Friday, entire room is filled with sex posters and nice erotic smell and this time rose and others flowers are on the bed.Her friend came, she must be in her 40s but looked very beautiful. she was tall too. she introduced me to her and then we had drinks and long chat. In the evening suddenly she asked to get naked in front of her, i did so and her friend asked to sit on her lap, I sat and she.