Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2004 16:50:38 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: Men and Boys Part 1

[This is about men buggering little boys told from a woman's point of
view ?(Your wife maybe?).  If this is not you bag, click DEL right now!]

You want to hear the whole thing from a woman's point of view? Of course
you don't. But, listen, I procured young boys for my hubby over a period
of ten years, so I know what the fuck it is all about.
Let me qualify that. Why you guys prefer a boy's tight little asshole to
a woman's well-lubricated vulva is something I cannot begin to
understand.
At the same time, I realised that if I was going to hold my marriage
together, I had to indulge my husband's weird fantasies.
OK, the biopic stuff and then we can get on with the story. My name is
Marca, my husband is Pierre, and we live in the Provencal part of France.
When we first married, he was in me every chance he got, front and back,
but slowly his enthusiasm waned.
(So had mine: I had discovered the sapphic delights of "tipping the
velvet"! with my neighbour, Michelle. What a horny bitch! Lesbian? Don't
attach labels: she was just one mega-sexual itch).
And then, one vinous evening, the after-dinner conversation on our patio
took a turn that amazed me.
"How's Michelle?"
"Fine, I guess. Why?"
"Oh, you know, burden of motherhood, etc..."
"Hell, Jeannot is hardly a burden, he's a lovely child!"
"How old is he now?"
"Ten and something. Eleven in November, I think."
Pause.
"Pretty boy."
"What?"
"Nothing, I just thought he was old enough to find out about himself."
"Find out about himself?"
"You know. At his age, I was already masturbating."
"Well, in your case, nothing has changed," I said sarcastically.
Pierre ignored the insult.
"Do you think he wanks?"
"How the fuck should I know?"
"Invite him round and let's find out."
And that was the first inkling I had that my cock-toting macho husband,
Pierre, had the hots for little boys.

[to be continued. Comments to pixajax@aol.com]