Chapter 1

Back on the Family Farm Years

As I sit here this very early morning in our computer room and sip my freshly perked on the stove coffee(Dawg will not drink it any other way, calls it Drillers Coffee), my mind in deepest thoughts about what all has happened to me sexually since our relationship began many years ago.

Truly my first story of Dawgs and my relationship together from the very day 1 we finally met.

You would have to read it to understand exactly how I am sexually now, the story is:: It Hurt So Good.

I go back to that story time to time and go off into one of my mental daydreaming streak and revive my sexual desires, say as you may about why would a woman do such as that with all the horrible totally evil, sadistic, illicit things that our relationship led me into Satan’s Den of Iniquities, when we had gone on vacation to Witchy’s house.

Yes my childhood itself involved sexual things as my stories about most all of that are written and posted.

Really and truly as my mind thinks back as far as I can remember to start with that should be the first to totally mental in thoughts and feelings to write about.

WHAT HAPPENED::

As best a way to put this in all of it’s own group of my sexual encounters, desires, child hood rapes, sold by my own dad to both farmers of the area, along with the sex shows he forced my own mom and myself into.

Of course those are where my writing career I guess one might say is where I now need to give my thoughts, feelings, desires, etc. about.

My young years after all that I buried all that, locked and closed my minds even wanting to think about any of it at that point in my life, causing pretty much a really bad case of mental anguish and the horrid torture of it on my mind and body alike.

I closed my mind totally and completely out of anything to do sexually at all, including feelings of it all, I did not want another soul to touch me at all!

A virgin church girl would have more desires or need for any of that, that is how bad I crashed into that world of mental behavior and thought.

And it stayed that way until I met Dawg that fateful day and as much as I now cherish every single moment of having met a man that was a man among men, and still is to this day.

That is where I woke up from my sexual nightmare behavior.

And wow thinking now of it all together as much as he woke me up from my total sexual coma, Witchy sat me in a “Space Ship” and sent me into Orbit!

So to sit here now write my thoughts about it all with the reverence of putting it into my now mental thoughts and feelings.

First off was those horrid stinky men that my dad sold me to at such a young age, makes me now sit here and shiver with both the outright horridness of it all first and foremost and yet my mind becoming third person in thoughts a terrible horrid desire fills my body and mind.

My own father the very man who impregnated my mom with me, and both having raised me in a family farm setting, but sure as hell wasn’t anything of a picture story beautiful life that is for damn sure.

I was repeatedly raped and sold to men, and forced to perform sex shows with my own mom in them as well just for my horrid fathers pleasure, and the money he was paid for it all to provide and feed us all with.

Sitting here writing this to you all as I am, the desire that fills me now is my thoughts of that boar hog fucking me, so much so I can feel that corkscrew cock he fucked me so wild and crazy with working inside myself from belly to out of my vagina at this moment.