Date: Sun, 21 May 2006 14:22:36 EDT
From: Abercrombievirgo@aol.com
Subject: The Siren Chapter One: Pretty Little Poison

The Siren

Chapter One: Pretty little poison

Hey just a note: I finally did it. I have been having this story about
this boy floating around in my head for quite some time and I decided to
blend ideas I had for other stories with this one. I hate writing stories
for people to get off to. I like stories with plots and points to them.
So after reading this chapter and you think this story is going be a
story where you can get off too, you are mistaken. This is not a sex
story. It contains sex, which most scenes, if not all, will be PG-13 but
it's not something most people would consider erotica. So if you want
some plot...read on....

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We all have our addictions. Whether it is food, soap opera, alcohol, or
drugs. They can be dangerous or they can be relatively harmless. I have
an addiction to hurting others. I have an addiction to sex. Yeah, I am
only sixteen but I am pretty experience when it comes to sex. You see I
am the guy everyone loves to hate, loves to fuck, and hates to love.


Why do you want to be someone's sex object and you're a young guy in high
school? I've been asked that question a many of times. Well, for
starters. Sex is fun. I like the feeling I get when I reach my point. I
love being desired. I love for guys to lust after me and want me in ways
they can't have even in their dreams. Yeah, I am a vain person. Shoot me
or fuck me. But there is a hidden meaning to why I hurt others. Why I
crave sex.

I was always the boy who people always thought they could pick on. Beat
up on. I told my dad that I was gay and he kicked me out of the house.
What makes that different from all the gay guys who get kicked out is
that my dad was this super rich guy who fought for full custody against
my mom who worked a normal job. Then he kicked me to the curb. I am only
one boy. I am only sixteen. But one day I decided. My life can't be
always full of people hurting me. If hurting people is so fun, why don't
I join in?

I am about to show you why it's not a good idea to piss me off. Why guys
want to fuck me? Why people hate me? Why I allowed myself to become so
corrupt.

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