Bad experiences

Sometimes a bad experience happens. I won't go into details, but I just had a terrible one. A couple whose dominance I have enjoyed for years now suddenly overstepped in a way which just precludes any more meetings.

In a way it is strange that there aren't more bad experiences than there are. I mean, being like me I'm really putting my life in the hands of others. I permit people to restrain me, use me, punish me, humiliate me, even torture me. And still, only very rarely does someone abuse that privilege.

There are times when I feel that I'm surfing a little too close to the rocks, that I'm taking too many chances. The problem is, a wet cunt sometimes weakens my reasoning ability. And I can't deny the fact that some of my best experiences came when I threw caution to the winds and acted on impulse.

Still, girls. If you read this. Remember to be careful: Never meet someone whos identity is at all unclear to you. Insist on real name and adress before you meet, and then at least: google them.
I always leave all information behind on my computer before I meet someone.

And always remember this: Jack the ripper was probably a very charming man whom it was easy to trust!