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bipolarber -> RE: Fantasies (7/30/2007 7:29:55 PM)
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My fantasies seem to stem from several sources. When I was a kid, I was exposed to the history of Pompeii, and read avidly about it, and it's sister city Herculaneum. As a result, when I hit puberty, that information began to take hold of my hormone induced sex madness. Literally, I was writing out entire books of sexual fantasies that were all set within those cities at that time. (For a while, I held the belief that I may have been reincarnated, much the same way George S. Patton did.) Sadly, after I moved out of the house, my mother found those books and burned them. I think they were the first evidence my mother had that I was bisexual, and more than a little kinky. I don't remember much about that writing, except that in them I was a boy of about 16, and was bought at auction by an older man and his wife, whose profession was painting political slogans on walls throughout the city, and murals in private gardens. I was worked hard during the day, but in the evening I saw to both his wife's, and his, needs. Usually, it was just pleasing them both, in the bath, or in the bed, or sometimes being told to perform with some of the other house slaves for their entertainment. Most of the books detailed the day to day life of my rather odd alter ego. The strange thing was, many of those details were borne out by later reading. These fantasies faded as I began dating, and were suplanted by real life experiences.
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