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She removes her finger, then turns to idly staring on the wall. "But I was always interested in romance, and then later sex. I found one of my cousin's porn magazines when I was ten, and became ''mesmerized'' with all those pretty, busty women in makeup and stockings - posing naked or making out with muscular he-men. Mind you, porn back then was much milder than it is today. There was barely penetration, much less an online ocean of rimjobs, bukkakes and gangbanged negresses." | She removes her finger, then turns to idly staring on the wall. "But I was always interested in romance, and then later sex. I found one of my cousin's porn magazines when I was ten, and became ''mesmerized'' with all those pretty, busty women in makeup and stockings - posing naked or making out with muscular he-men. Mind you, porn back then was much milder than it is today. There was barely penetration, much less an online ocean of rimjobs, bukkakes and gangbanged negresses." | ||
You wince with surprise at the sudden racial | You wince with surprise at the sudden racial slur, but Fiona continues before you have a chance to let it sink in: | ||
"Our house was enormous, and I kept that magazine hidden in the boiler room for God knows how long. It wouldn't suffice though. I wanted more, and used to ride my bike all the way to the ghetto to steal more from some slimy spaniard's newsstand. I had soon enough built up a collection, and used to read them every evening for lack of other things to do. My childhood fantasies weren't about who I wanted to marry or what I wanted to work with; they were all about what I wanted to see getting fucked. My lack of friends got to me, however, so when I went off to college I changed myself as much as possible. I became outspoken, made popular friends and took care of my looks so that boys would approach me. They came, true enough, but I was never really interested in them. They tried to come off as macho and virile, but they were really just children playing pretend. They wanted sex, but I ''was'' sex. I had read about it, fantasized about it and breathed it since before they even knew what it was. They would never want to explore my desires, so why should I have wasted time on them?" | "Our house was enormous, and I kept that magazine hidden in the boiler room for God knows how long. It wouldn't suffice though. I wanted more, and used to ride my bike all the way to the ghetto to steal more from some slimy spaniard's newsstand. I had soon enough built up a collection, and used to read them every evening for lack of other things to do. My childhood fantasies weren't about who I wanted to marry or what I wanted to work with; they were all about what I wanted to see getting fucked. My lack of friends got to me, however, so when I went off to college I changed myself as much as possible. I became outspoken, made popular friends and took care of my looks so that boys would approach me. They came, true enough, but I was never really interested in them. They tried to come off as macho and virile, but they were really just children playing pretend. They wanted sex, but I ''was'' sex. I had read about it, fantasized about it and breathed it since before they even knew what it was. They would never want to explore my desires, so why should I have wasted time on them?" | ||
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"Hey Fiona," you call out, making the lady turn to you with open eyes. "I don't mean to be rude or anything but-... How did you get to be so fucked up?"
She scoffs with a smile, clearly amused by how blunt your question is. Then she sits up in the couch and leans against the armrest, one finger trailing along your leg while her gaze is turned to the roof with deep thought.
"I was a very quiet child," she then answers. "I only had older siblings, so I naturally grew accustomed to being pushed around and told to follow others. I took those habits with me to school, and never dared to be social. I never had any friends, nor did I ever dare talk with any boys."
She removes her finger, then turns to idly staring on the wall. "But I was always interested in romance, and then later sex. I found one of my cousin's porn magazines when I was ten, and became mesmerized with all those pretty, busty women in makeup and stockings - posing naked or making out with muscular he-men. Mind you, porn back then was much milder than it is today. There was barely penetration, much less an online ocean of rimjobs, bukkakes and gangbanged negresses."
You wince with surprise at the sudden racial slur, but Fiona continues before you have a chance to let it sink in:
"Our house was enormous, and I kept that magazine hidden in the boiler room for God knows how long. It wouldn't suffice though. I wanted more, and used to ride my bike all the way to the ghetto to steal more from some slimy spaniard's newsstand. I had soon enough built up a collection, and used to read them every evening for lack of other things to do. My childhood fantasies weren't about who I wanted to marry or what I wanted to work with; they were all about what I wanted to see getting fucked. My lack of friends got to me, however, so when I went off to college I changed myself as much as possible. I became outspoken, made popular friends and took care of my looks so that boys would approach me. They came, true enough, but I was never really interested in them. They tried to come off as macho and virile, but they were really just children playing pretend. They wanted sex, but I was sex. I had read about it, fantasized about it and breathed it since before they even knew what it was. They would never want to explore my desires, so why should I have wasted time on them?"
"I focused on my studies instead. Became a star in real estate and bought a dog. I toyed around with Michelle, wrote some erotic novels that suited my tastes and subscribed to some alternative pornsites. It quenched by cravings, but I was never able to fully satisfy them."
She suddenly snaps back to reality and turns to you with a warm smile. "Not until you came along, that is."
What do you do?
Or do you: