She was stunning...
stunning good looks, size 8 body, 38D chest, still pert as well, arse to die for, and an absolute slut in bed. She had it all.

She was out of my league by about 20 leagues, but as it would turn out she was mental.

We lived 50 miles apart, but I met her in the city we both worked, after work we'd meet up and generally have sex, in the street, on the railway station platform, in pub toilets, no where was out of bounds for her, except back at hers, due, I later found out, to her body building, kick boxing, ex soldier and now prison warder husband.

After about 3 months of great sex, the 3am phone calls started. At first I wasn't bothered, she'd phone me up drunk and tell me she loved me and she wanted me to be with her, then get down to fucking herself with what ever she could find, remote controls, candles, wine bottles etc while i listened to her, and occasionally pulled one off.

But then It started to go sinister, phone calls with just silence, or calls with her accusing me of seeing someone else, and calling me all the names under the sun.

Then came the violence, no more just normal sex for us two, oh no, she bit me, and by bit I mean not a little nibble, no, she once actually bit a lump out my shoulder, about the size of a 10p.

I called it off, but the silent phone calls became more frequent, the lasted almost all night every night. I tried getting a new number from BT, but she got a hold of that from a supposed "mate", now "ex mate" of mine.

It all finally ended when I got a new job and moved away.

I met someone we both know a few months back and aparently she was raging when I left without telling her, and has since split with her husband, and has descended into drugs and drink.

Our friend offered to give me her number but I passed.

Strange thing is, through it all I still loved her, but she was too scary to be around.
(hudster, Fri 17 Nov 2006, 15:54, Reply)