I masturbate to my abusive exboyfriend

I was about sixteen and left home, On my own, lonely, and not having any street wise sense, it wasn't long before a short muscular middle aged man walked up to me and talking awhile, ask me go to his' apartment and I went. after a few minutes of small talk he took me. I was almost 6 feet but slow in maturing with almost no pubic hair, very soft air skin and a very big ass for a boy He being shorter then I, very strong, I was under the spell of his physique I looked intently as he was waving his 10 inch dick. I fell back unto the bed, he rolled me over and mounted me. He used me like a slut and I liked it and being called all kinds of names and smacked around on occasion.

I live in a medium-large city in the Pacific Northwest. Late yesterday, after having read your love letter about Thomas, I was walking from my office to my parking lot when a man — a REAL man —- walked past me, and I realized he was built like you described Thomas. I sped up a bit to keep pace with him. I finally worked up enough nerve to ask him, “is your name Thomas by any chance?”. He said nothing. He just turned and stopped immediately in front of me, looking me up and down. He said “Call your wife (he saw my wedding band) and tell her you won’t be home tonight.” I didn’t know what to say; I just looked at his body. When I finally was able to ask why, he smiled and said, “Because i say so, and because I’m taking you home where I can destroy your marriage and because I like the bulge in your pants”. He did take me home. He fucked me like a rag doll and told me to walk back to my car (3 miles) but not go home to my wife and children. He told me to abandon them and an apartment of my own. I spent today looking for one. I guess I’m his bitch now. His name is Charles and he’s got over ten hot inches. I love him.

My uncle groomed me for years and started bribing me in exchange for sex when I was legal. I still masterbate thinking about his big cock me. The way he would my clothes off and take me like I was his property was so hot. No man I've been with after has fucked me the way he did.

I can certainly understand why his dominance was so beautiful and loving and romantic to you, and how you could not possibly have ever gotten enough of that. I’ve never met him of course, but just reading your thoughts and memories of him has left me totally in love with him and praying to God that I will one day meet him and become his bruised, battered, humiliated and depraved BITCH. I’m very sorry, but I would never ever allow him to speak to you, much less let him beat you the way he would then be beating me. You obviously don’t deserve him. I do. I am the whore he needs and you know it’s true. Send him to me here, and then go away!!!

Whats your email? I'll give you his contacts.