When I was 18,19; somewhere in there, during my maiden voyage to Ohio, where I quite suddenly and unexpectedly found myself single, I was befriended by my upstairs neighbor. Four families shared this house that was divided into apartments,
perhaps one of my favorite places to live because the house was over 100 years old and as much original detail was preserved as possible, I even had 1920′s carpet. It was way cool but I digress.

Upon finding myself single and quite devastated I was befriended by my upstairs neighbor who soon became my lover/mentor and inspiration to both get my G.E.D and go to college. She and I were so inseparable we had the door unlocked that divided our apartments. Every weekend, Friday and Saturday she and i went out partying and if neither of us brought home a guy, which was rare, we had one another but after we were done I was very insistent on sleeping at my own place; a streak of independence that annoyed her but she had no choice but to accept.

Kara was much older than me, like I said I was still a late teen she was 42, the mother of two sons and one daughter(all older than me) and the legal guardian of her older brother, Edward.

In the time I knew them I only heard Edward talk one time, from across the room when Kara was giving him his allowance and it was reminiscent of the chittering of a chipmunk.

A few months into our friendship/relationship Edward started using the dividing door in the mornings after we partied, finding me passed out on my sofa, my chosen place to sleep, he would rub my feet. I adored it as i have a reversed foot fetish, I love my feet rubbed and spoiled, love it. There was no way I was looking a gift horse in the mouth. I always woke when he began, though he never knew that, but rarely stayed awake long.

This went one every single weekend, both Friday and Saturday and eventually he began rubbing my calves too. A few more weeks, my thighs. A few more weeks, well come on, what is left? This soon became him giving me oral sex and went on for as long as I lived there, well over a year and a half.

Edward would do his thing until he knew I orgasmed then quit. He never ever tried to go further and simply left when I was “physically” done. I say physically because i never made a peep or gave any indication I was awake. I just lay back and enjoyed.

Some would say he took advantage of me…….but alas!

Was he retarded? I have no idea. I know his sister was his guardian and she never said. I know that he did not speak other then to her and then only very rarely. I could not tell what his face looked like because he was hirsute, covered from head to toe in thick, black body hair almost to his eyes. I could not tell by looking. I do know he bought his own food, lived alone unassited and was the “walking around guy”. He spent his days walking around the town I lived in, doing whatever it was he did. You know that guy, every town has one, you see everywhere, walking? The “walking around guy”. Yeah, him.

I thought we had a wonderful relationship in spite of the fact I have no idea what he did for gratification, if anything.

Here though is why I made the poll!

So I have this caller, who I referred to in another article, Monsters on My Telephone . Not limited to the poll choice: Being a participant at a gang bang with only two girls and many men, no condom usage and no special preparations made keeping in mind anal sex seems to be the unwritten focus. Then, at the end, one girl giving another anal oral sex? He also wanted to strangle me, beat me, kill me, poison me, make me do stuff to and in front of my family, blackmail me, cut me, burn me and much, much more. Mind most of the stuff I hear pretty regular and some I would do though anything with family is strictly off limits and, well, death obviously(though I do not mind being a corpse for calls). On top of all of this the guy was very instant upon me giving my actual address, phone number, social security card number and address. For the sake of fantasy Igavehim fake ones as will be done in my line of work because it is FANTASY. He was enraged and told me about it. He was insistent upon meeting so we could do the romeo and Juliette! I thought he would give up but a year later he still had not, until now. As a client he was maddening and I barely controlled my disdain, if I did at all.

Every single call he asked me what the grossest thing I ever have done was and per his pattern I gave him a different scenario every time. Not because it is not true but because depending on the things you are into, it can change. What is “more disgusting” is completely subjective. This time, it seems I hit on the one! I told him about Edward. He was repulsed. He even called one of my two best-est friends, Katie and told her how sick I am. OMG (I referred him to her).

I was so pissed after he told me how disgusting I was that I flipped out on him. I was like ,”after all the crazy shit you have said to me, wanted do with me and role-played with me YOU are calling me gross, for that? That, that took place between two consenting adults? WTF . You are fucking sick.”

Maybe, Maybe, I finally drove him away. His money is not worth it and his fantasies are anything but enticing.

PUKE.

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