Rape was a part of my psyche from the very beginning. Its been over 40 years since I started down this road, and although my other memories of that t...me are fuzzy, my first experiences with rape are still vivid in my mind.I guess it started an early age, maybe 8 or 9, when I found a big bunch of BDSM mags back in the woods. Although I doubt I totally understood what was going in the pictures, my first sexual memories were of jacking off to women being tied up, whipped and abused. During. The adults ignored her, their eyes on the fine line that swelled across her little peach like bottom, the soft skin breaking here and there to allow little drops of blood to appear.With baited breath they waited, while the girl tossed frantically in the Bircher, mesmerised by her struggles and the lovely sight of her blood slowly trickling down the glowing curve of her bottom.Karen began to weep and shake her head, her mind full of what was to come to her. Her mumbling pleas quickened as she. Lee just leaned back in the hot tub and savored the moment. He had realized his fantasy of Jack's big cock.Jack was the first to get out of the hot tub and announced, "I am going to grab a shower."Jack picked up his bathing suit and walked naked into the house. He went up to the guest room where he often crashed for the night and then entered the shower. Jack relaxed under the hot water as he thought of Lee and how good it was to fuck his ass. Jack loved watching his cock slide in and out of. He was the type that drew you to him–like a magnet. The diner had been slow tonight so when he came in he had his choice of seats. After a brief glance around, he had taken the booth in the corner. Dressed all in black, his duster was shiny from the light rain that still fell. The drops of water on the brim of his cowboy hat sparkled under the lights. As the stranger came to the counter he pulled out an old-fashioned money pouch from his pocket. Its’ intricate design caught my attention,.