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November 07, 2016, 02:35:59 AM

Offline choose

 I have always been intrigued about forced sex, rape, and all those types of subjects. As a man, I was informed from an early age how "wrong" these things were. that wasn't what I actually thought, oh no....As a sailor in the 80's, I had the chance to travel to many different countries, and see all kinds of different cultures. In many of those so-called developing places, rape and forced sex was much more common , and in many cases, expected of the men there.
       Years after I left the navy,  had to deal with a certain amount of trauma, I think the psychiatry industry has a much cuter name for it now- PTSD I believe it's called. I left shortly after desert storm, or as those of us shit deep in it called it, Iraqi I. I was a demolitions and munitions disarmament specialist, and diver 1st class.
       When I finally got back stateside, I had spent nearly a decade on one ship or another, and it was good to be home. Or so I thought. even the slightest percussion type of sound would send me scuttling. So came the day that I ran into one of the most beautiful, and fubared women I ever met.
       Her name was Trina del McLennan. and she was a nearly six=foot tall, green=eyed, raven- haired beauty who looked as though she stepped out of a Russian palace. Her family owned most of the businesses of any consequence in my hometown. So, it was her day of learning, when she decided to come home with my roommates and me.
         Iv have never been one for harsh, or loud, abrasive language. after the navy especially so. and when Trina started raising her voice in our house, I truly attempted to leave. The roommates were as good as gold, too. "Trina" my friend randy said, "you gotta be a little less noisy around Baines. He doesn't handle it very well."
         She just laughed. I guess it had something to do with me size, compared to my stress level. I stand at 6'3" in socks, and had always taken good care of my fitness, and strength. After repeated tries, my roommate Randy, told her she had to leave. "Relax, asshole, I came here because I wanted to make sure he was okay, anyway."
         I will finish this later, if that's okay. I love to write, but this story has a gr3eat deal of it's basis ion fact, and I vam exhausted.

November 07, 2016, 11:35:27 AM
Reply #1

Offline Jed

Hi and welcome,

As this is a story, please repost in the Story section; it sounds like Forced is the right catagory.

November 07, 2016, 12:39:00 PM
Reply #2

Offline choose

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I have always been intrigued about forced sex, rape, and all those types of subjects. As a man, I was informed from an early age how "wrong" these things were. that wasn't what I actually thought, oh no....As a sailor in the 80's, I had the chance to travel to many different countries, and see all kinds of different cultures. In many of those so-called developing places, rape and forced sex was much more common , and in many cases, expected of the men there.
       Years after I left the navy,  had to deal with a certain amount of trauma, I think the psychiatry industry has a much cuter name for it now- PTSD I believe it's called. I left shortly after desert storm, or as those of us shit deep in it called it, Iraqi I. I was a demolitions and munitions disarmament specialist, and diver 1st class.
       When I finally got back stateside, I had spent nearly a decade on one ship or another, and it was good to be home. Or so I thought. even the slightest percussion type of sound would send me scuttling. So came the day that I ran into one of the most beautiful, and fubared women I ever met.
       Her name was Trina del McLennan. and she was a nearly six=foot tall, green=eyed, raven- haired beauty who looked as though she stepped out of a Russian palace. Her family owned most of the businesses of any consequence in my hometown. So, it was her day of learning, when she decided to come home with my roommates and me.
         Iv have never been one for harsh, or loud, abrasive language. after the navy especially so. and when Trina started raising her voice in our house, I truly attempted to leave. The roommates were as good as gold, too. "Trina" my friend randy said, "you gotta be a little less noisy around Baines. He doesn't handle it very well."
         She just laughed. I guess it had something to do with me size, compared to my stress level. I stand at 6'3" in socks, and had always taken good care of my fitness, and strength. After repeated tries, my roommate Randy, told her she had to leave. "Relax, asshole, I came here because I wanted to make sure he was okay, anyway."
         I will finish this later, if that's okay. I love to write, but this story has a gr3eat deal of it's basis ion fact, and I vam exhausted.
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I have always been intrigued about forced sex, rape, and all those types of subjects. As a man, I was informed from an early age how "wrong" these things were. that wasn't what I actually thought, oh no....As a sailor in the 80's, I had the chance to travel to many different countries, and see all kinds of different cultures. In many of those so-called developing places, rape and forced sex was much more common , and in many cases, expected of the men there.
       Years after I left the navy,  had to deal with a certain amount of trauma, I think the psychiatry industry has a much cuter name for it now- PTSD I believe it's called. I left shortly after desert storm, or as those of us shit deep in it called it, Iraqi I. I was a demolitions and munitions disarmament specialist, and diver 1st class.
       When I finally got back stateside, I had spent nearly a decade on one ship or another, and it was good to be home. Or so I thought. even the slightest percussion type of sound would send me scuttling. So came the day that I ran into one of the most beautiful, and fubared women I ever met.
       Her name was Trina del McLennan. and she was a nearly six=foot tall, green=eyed, raven- haired beauty who looked as though she stepped out of a Russian palace. Her family owned most of the businesses of any consequence in my hometown. So, it was her day of learning, when she decided to come home with my roommates and me.
         Iv have never been one for harsh, or loud, abrasive language. after the navy especially so. and when Trina started raising her voice in our house, I truly attempted to leave. The roommates were as good as gold, too. "Trina" my friend randy said, "you gotta be a little less noisy around Baines. He doesn't handle it very well."
         She just laughed. I guess it had something to do with me size, compared to my stress level. I stand at 6'3" in socks, and had always taken good care of my fitness, and strength. After repeated tries, my roommate Randy, told her she had to leave. "Relax, asshole, I came here because I wanted to make sure he was okay, anyway."
         I will finish this later, if that's okay. I love to write, but this story has a gr3eat deal of it's basis ion fact, and I vam exhausted.

November 07, 2016, 01:20:07 PM
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Offline Jed

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Hi and welcome,

As this is a story, please repost in the Story section; it sounds like Forced is the right catagory.

Having some trouble I see.  It's OK, I can take care of this, but it will have to be later.