Body of a model, behaviour of a psycho
She was 18 & I was 24, I was a bit worried about the age difference at the time but she had a stunning models body & I hadn’t had sex in 3 years. She had just started uni so I only saw her every 2 weeks for weekends packed with sex, it was great. I was the envy of my friends and I was getting dirty weekends regular as clockwork.

It's amazing how quickly time passes when you're getting laid every other weekend and before I knew it, 3 years had passed & she was back home in spitting distance of my abode.

Perhaps I should have seen that she was mental sooner, the evidence was there if I had looked for it; the nightly phone conversations where she would cry hysterically, the time she held a kitchen knife to my cock, the threat to get pregnant if she thought I was going to dump her, the time she held a kitchen knife to my cock, all the ridiculous public-place sex she demanded, the time she held a kitchen knife to my cock, the drunken rages where she would yell "you just don’t get it do you!?", the time she held a kitchen knife to my cock...

By the time she graduated the sexy teenager with the models figure had become a fat-arsed fully paid up mentalist control-freak, and seeing her every day finally confirmed this. Enough was enough & I finished with her. A couple of days later she left a drunken voice-mail on my phone telling me she was having a miscarriage (she wasn’t) then a few days after that drove her car through some poor sods house & phoned me from the scene. For the next month or so she would phone me & give me abuse, then call the next day to apologise, then phone to give me abuse and so on.

I would love to end this with some witty conclusion about redemption and lessons learnt, but quite frankly I wasted 3 years of my life on a mentalist because I was thinking with my cock.
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Fri 17 Nov 2006, 15:18, Reply)