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Assistant executioner
Hello there! Let me introduce myself: I'm a master executioner living in the year 2035. I gave up everything to get to the position I now hold. But before I tell my tale, I must lay several foundations, layers if you will, of background knowledge...or none of this is going to make any sense.
First, there must be a clear distinction between reality and fantasy. To accomplish this, I will simply type (RW) meaning, "real world." As opposed to (FW) meaning "fantasy world" at the start of every paragraph I write in this thread.
It must be understood that English grammar, i.e., spelling, punctuation, were my worst subjects in school, and to this day I hate the English language for all the exceptions that exist in the spelling of its' words. Therefore it is my sincere hope that the reader will not hold me to perfect grammar. There will be many "typo's" because I'm dyslectic and therefore impossible to detect all the gametically errors, no matter how many times I proof read my work. One more note: In using a spell check: A spell check will not correct a wrong word that is spelled correctly. Please keep that In mind.
Don't expect me to conclude my story in short fashion. It will take time to say everything I want to say, my desire is to "bare my soul" concerning my fetish(s) (RW) and the effect it has had on my mind (FW) over the many decades that I have lived on this earth.
(RW)
My fetish story begins with what I wrote in my profile page under: "About me." All members here should be able to read it on your own time...I will not repeat it here.
(RW)
I grew up in Southern California, USA back in the 60's..My parents were a loving couple, and were Church going (First Baptist Church). I don't come from a 'broken home.' So. California has a warm climate and summer time was my favorite time of year. Going swimming at the local public pool was the one thing I looked forward to every year. My favorite place in the pool area was going off the high dive. The low diving boards were fun...but high diving boards is where all the fun was. You see, this is where I got the best and closes view of all the beautiful bare feet of all the girls that where climbing up the ladder to get on the board. And talk about a view...as their feet were climbing, I could put my nose as close to their bare heels as I wanted. NOBODY knew where I was looking, or more importantly, what I was thinking. I would take those images and burn them into my mind till I got home. Late in the afternoon I would lay down for a nap. As I began to touch myself, I would imagine how those feet would look as they were nailed upon the cross. We're talking age 8 here. Nobody had to teach me how to masturbate... I was doing it since age 6. "Dry masturbation?" if there's such a thing? This was years before puberty. When semen began to flow out in my early teens, I didn't know what to make of it.
I'll stop here for now...to be continued......
First, there must be a clear distinction between reality and fantasy. To accomplish this, I will simply type (RW) meaning, "real world." As opposed to (FW) meaning "fantasy world" at the start of every paragraph I write in this thread.
It must be understood that English grammar, i.e., spelling, punctuation, were my worst subjects in school, and to this day I hate the English language for all the exceptions that exist in the spelling of its' words. Therefore it is my sincere hope that the reader will not hold me to perfect grammar. There will be many "typo's" because I'm dyslectic and therefore impossible to detect all the gametically errors, no matter how many times I proof read my work. One more note: In using a spell check: A spell check will not correct a wrong word that is spelled correctly. Please keep that In mind.
Don't expect me to conclude my story in short fashion. It will take time to say everything I want to say, my desire is to "bare my soul" concerning my fetish(s) (RW) and the effect it has had on my mind (FW) over the many decades that I have lived on this earth.
(RW)
My fetish story begins with what I wrote in my profile page under: "About me." All members here should be able to read it on your own time...I will not repeat it here.
(RW)
I grew up in Southern California, USA back in the 60's..My parents were a loving couple, and were Church going (First Baptist Church). I don't come from a 'broken home.' So. California has a warm climate and summer time was my favorite time of year. Going swimming at the local public pool was the one thing I looked forward to every year. My favorite place in the pool area was going off the high dive. The low diving boards were fun...but high diving boards is where all the fun was. You see, this is where I got the best and closes view of all the beautiful bare feet of all the girls that where climbing up the ladder to get on the board. And talk about a view...as their feet were climbing, I could put my nose as close to their bare heels as I wanted. NOBODY knew where I was looking, or more importantly, what I was thinking. I would take those images and burn them into my mind till I got home. Late in the afternoon I would lay down for a nap. As I began to touch myself, I would imagine how those feet would look as they were nailed upon the cross. We're talking age 8 here. Nobody had to teach me how to masturbate... I was doing it since age 6. "Dry masturbation?" if there's such a thing? This was years before puberty. When semen began to flow out in my early teens, I didn't know what to make of it.
I'll stop here for now...to be continued......