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Dear Solider Boy

Furnace

Furnace

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Dear Solider Boy UPDATE

Now, you don't know me. I don't know you. I know your name, and that's about it. But, I've left this note to tell you that your girlfriend, the woman that you've been in love with for two years, is a total liar and a slut.

How do I know?

I guess I noticed when she started mouthing down on my cock like she hadn't had a man-sized cock in her mouth in about six months (about the length of time that you've been away in Bosnia). Hmmm.

You know what's funny though? Right after I treated her like the nasty dirty girl she is, she couldn't stop talking about you. How much she missed you, and how much she pined for you.

Funny. I didn't recall her pining for you as my thick shaft stretched her out. I don't recall her calling out your name when she wanted to get fucked harder. I had a quick flash of making her call out your name while she made me choke her neck, but I'm more respectful than that.

So, as I lay in your bed, making your girlfriend cum and squirt, I tried to understand how someone like her would be able to let some perfect stranger she met over the internet into her house, and treat her like a fucktoy she's wanted to felt like for a long time.

I glanced at your nice big screen TV in your modest house near the military base. You had a decent camera, an X-box, and a computer. I went into your bathroom, and accidentally dropped your girlfriend's toothbrush. It landed behind the toilet, and I picked it up and placed it back on the ledge, as if it had never left that place. This is the respect that I gave her since she gave so much to you.

I wondered if nosey neighbours noticed me arriving quite early in the morning, and if anyone heard her screams and moans while I tore her a new one.

Why am I writing this to you? I don’t know. After your girlfriend gave me an hour blowjob (complete with rapid deepthroating), I thought about how much she loved you and missed you. While you're living in the remains of a hell on earth, I bet your thoughts turn to her when you're down. I mean, she did talk to you on msn right before she took off my pants to glance at my cock.

So, in conclusion, your girlfriend is a lying whore who has absolutely no respect for you. I expect you to flip out and hear about it on the news.

Until then,
Tyler.

ps: She gave the best head I've ever received. You're a lucky man.
 
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wow...in all my readings through words and replying to things..i dont think i have ever been left wondering what to say. babe this was a very well constructed peice...its description both graphic and nothing short of appropriate...i felt the disgust, dis-respect and a lot more. this is a great peice.a lot of thought and feelings, emotions have gone into this...*hugs*
 
8o

ummm... I concur with what starfalls said... other than that, I am speechless.
 
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I'm in love with hypocrisy, she treats me like she loves me...

Well its interesting reading this thread. Interesting reading the replies.

Furnace: Its a fucking good piece of work, its a fucking disturbing piece of work, its a fucking TRUE (I don't necessarily mean true in the real sense, but its definately something that happens very often) piece of work.

I relate to this far better than I'd like.

-plaz out-
 
wow, yes good piece of work... i'm still not sure my response.. very graphic, trashy, yet in good taste if that makes any sense. damn i feel bad for her man. very americanised irving welsh-like...
 
Americanised Irvine Welsh is the best description I've heard so far. So cold, so callous, so.... real. For such a short piece of writing we get an amazing picture of the characters. Perhaps because they're so easy to relate to...
 
It's me, again.

I'm coming to you from your very own living room. It seems that your girlfriend is quite sloppy when it comes to properly logging out of her msn account. I guess that would happen when a thick 7 inch cock is dangling in front of her. You forget things like logging out with your boyfriend when something like that is offered. She told me that she gets this feeling in her mouth. Like she needs to have it stuffed with something, of course, she has a certain preference. Hence the reason why I now sit naked on your stained couch where earlier tonight I laid out a fat line of ketamine the size of my wrist for your girlfriend who's name I still don't know, but I do know how to make her squirt. What you do is you milk her while pressing down on her g-spot. I don't know whether or not you did this with her, but if you won’t see the stains on the couch, because most of the liquid is clear and odorless, unless she’s on her rag. Speaking of your girlfriend and her whoring lifestyle, I still only know her by her online pseudonym. Let's call her Bev or Dawn or Emily or Candace.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her since our first encounter. I saw her this past weekend. She was with some leather-glad gangsta who had his eyes on your girl's tits all night. She was wearing this low cut playboy tank top, which drew the attention away from her face. I don't know if you've seen pictures of her lately, but she's been looking a little like there's been too many trips to the late-night/early-morning McDonald's from all the nights she been out to the clubs and trust me, it's been many, many nights.

She smiled at me (I gave her a fake smile, as if I had to deal with annoying customers all day who are demanding and rude in that nightmarish hell torture kind of way) and rubbed her nipples. She had told me that after our initial encounter that I had “destroyed her body” (direct quote) and that her nipples and snatch were extremely sore. But, you know she still had that smile on her face as if she was saying out loud, “Not even two guys like this guy I’m here with tonight could be able to do what you did. Not even my boyfriend could do what you did. I mean, he doesn’t have it in him to do that.”

I was taken back. I had gone where many men have seem to have gone in your absence and done what no one has done in a long time. I’ve made her, this fuck machine, hurt. She’s gotten off on it, and I think she may want more. I just messaged her. I’ll wait for the reply.

She tells me how much she missed you. How honorable does it feel to be praised in such a way by someone who trips and falls on cocks just going to the grocery store to pick up peanut butter and smokes? Oh, I got a reply. She’s still sore. Damn. It’s been 4 days so far. She tells me that I broke her in so she could hook up with Dave. Dave, eh? I know my name, and I fucking damn well know that my name’s not Dave. I guess she’s been after this dude for a while. I guess she could handle him after dealing with me. “The man,” which she repeats, “that broke her in.”

Did I tell you that she had a dream about me? She said she ‘drempt’ about me. Drempt! Not only is she a slut, but she’s a moron too! She said that I was in her house (your house) and I was standing in front of her while she was lying on the bed. She asked me if I had brought something for her. She tells me that she’s naked and rubbing her pussy while I stand there. She’s got the fever. She’s got what I like to call “the incredible desire to get fucked by this total stranger harder than she’s ever been in her life.”

How does it feel, solider boy? To have this dude come out of nowhere and tell you about the cheating whore that is your girlfriend. She just told me that she was in the bath, masturbating. I guess it was the effect of our earlier conversation (after she told me that she had drempt about me). She proceeded to go on and on about how no one had ever done something like this to her before. She was bruised and sore all weekend long.

“I never ever let people do that to me... and I dont think I am into that.” I was kind of taken back by this.

“Maybe the slut has some morals.” But I was wrong. And so were you.

“Hey. I’m just saying that I’ll try anything once…usually twice.”

Which leads me back to here. To your place. To your home, your couch, and your computer. I’m here, alone. Your girlfriend is upstairs. She came up to me as soon as I got here, and handed me a bag.

“This is some ketamine. Cut out a line fat enough to put me in an instant k-hole. Then, I want you to fuck me as much as you can while I’m under.”

She told me that I was nasty, but who casts the first stone when it comes to being slutty? In this case, it’s me. Or not. It doesn’t matter. I cut up a thick line. I use half a gram of k, just to make sure. She looked at me with a small amount of giddiness in her eyes.

“I’ve never done something like this before. I don’t care what you do. Just use a lot of lube.” She pointed over to the case of jelly on the counter. What do you know? Sluts come prepared. She snorted the entire line in one go, and I caught her by the hair before her face could smash into the solid oak tabletop where your feet rest when you play videogames.
 
The first part was sweet and nasty
the repost...?
if i had any talent with words, I would provide you with positive criticism, but alas, i dont. I just think that the shock of the original post wore off by the time you posted the second

kudos to you anyway - your work is ace
 
Furnace said:


She told me that I was nasty, but who casts the first stone when it comes to being slutty? In this case, it’s me. Or not. It doesn’t matter.
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well, what can i say. i re-read the original, and while i was reading your second installment all i could metaphorically wonder was: even if she is as nasty as you make her sound, does it give you any right to judge. with all the disdain and superiority in your voice, your morals still aren't quite up to saying no to a woman that chose to commit to another man. you seem to have a certain feeling of pity for the cuckolded other, and all the while you're still participating in his humiliation. not only that, you take delight in passing on this information to him in smug, graphic, anihilating detail.

and then at the end, i see what is quoted above. =D damn!! i love this piece, if only for it's audacity and sheer chutzpa. all good work elicits a strong reaction in the reader, and judging by the comments so far, and my own emotions, this is great work.

-fluffy-
 
another update.

I found out your name today. How’s it going, Colin? I’ve been good. Actually, I’ve been really good. I went driving to your house a couple of times last week. I kinda know the way now. Off by heart, and whatnot, eh? I just head down to this technical college where I used to work, and hit the drag of 97th street for a long burn of 30 blocks or so. When the city seems to clear out, where the sky opens up to you as if it was never-ending. That’s when I know I’ve almost reached your tidy abode.

Tidy? I meant to say “messy as the ingrown hairs you get on your beard when you first have to shave in the middle of the Serbian forest!” I got to see your wall of pictures taken at rave dances, all fuckered up on chems that have driven your girlfriend to a lifestyle where slutting it up, whore-style, works to an extent. At least, it works to the point where you can get some hapless loser to convince that your girlfriend, who gives me the feeling that she’s fucking more guys than Madonna did in 1989, is the one for them.

For instance, we talked about the drugs she likes to do. She told me if she had any ghb lying around she’d have me over ASAP to fuck my brains out. Alas, she didn’t, so I didn’t. But that didn’t stop me the other times where we had sessions that would make porn films look like vanilla sex. We’ve been trying to keep the staining down to a minimum. It’s kind of hard though when your girlfriend is so capable of squirting.

I recall the last time we were together when I kept on making her juice over and over again. I cupped my hand so all of her juice would fit in my palm. After the 8th time she came, I raised my cupped hand and threw her juice down onto her stomach. The sound of the liquid hitting her skin with such intensity made her moan for my cock. I mean, I had just made her squirt about 6 liters of fluid, and now she wanted my cock.

“Feed it into me.”

The look of sullied desperation is epic. She desires a cock. Not yours (which she tells me is small). Any cock. I have half a mind to call up 6 black guys I know and have them go to town to your white slut girlfriend. Can you imagine that? 6 dudes who aren’t you skewering your lovely girlfriend and filling her up with a gallon or two of spunk?

I can.
I have.
I am.

…

Hey Colin. I went by your place tonight. I came across your lonely girlfriend’s back. I even came across her hair. She was pissed about that, but she told me afterwards that she liked it. I think it was because she was on her rag.

I had been talking to her on msn earlier that night. She was telling me that she wasn’t in the mood for sex. Now, she told me she was raggin’ at the time, but she also mentioned that if I had some G, she’d want me to be there to fuck her senseless.

BRAINSTORM

I went up to my kitchen, grabbed a gram of salt, and poured it into a backwash-enriched bottle of apple juice I had around. Now, complete with my heavily salted G substitute, I made the drive deep to the north side. I passed by the Petro-Canada gas station where I buy the condoms I use to satisfy your woman. You can’t be careful enough with a girl who cheats like she does.

I approached your now-stained-with-my-seed house, and was let inside. She looked ok. Her patched-skin was exposed above the shoulder. I handed her the bottle of ‘G’ and she quickly downed it.

“I may not feel this. It’s just one cap, right?” I nodded in agreement. It’s called the placebo effect, and I’m testing the woman you love to see if she will, in fact, crave what is concealed in a pair of tight CK boxer briefs.

“My skin feels tingly. I think it’s working.” You clueless skank. So far, so good. She gets up to close the blinds as to conceal the fact that there’s a guy at your house who isn’t you, but is replacing a couple of the functions that you provide.

She leans closer to me and smiles. Her lips are quite supple and she knows how to use her tongue. She leans closer, and the devil in me starts to grow. She places her hand right on top of it, and gives it a squeeze.

”I’m hungry, T. Give me something to taste.” She starts to unzip me.

“No. Let’s go upstairs to your bed.” I love fucking her in your bed, dude. Honestly, all I can think about is the fact that I’ve stained your bed more times than I’ve stained mine. And this is after I went out with a girl for a whole year, and never had sex with her. It amazes me how she’ll cover up the fact that your bedspread is encrusted with my cum. Your bed. Where you fuck her, vanilla-style. Well, let’s just say her sex has been dipped in fine milk chocolate, complete with a creamy surprise.

laters,
T.
 
This is absolutely fucking wonderful.
You are absolutely terrifying in a really sleazy way.
It's so honest.
It's dope.
 
Wow! I didn't realise this was so old....I only just found it.

I guess feedback is kind of redundant by this point, but I tend to agree with moe...I think the first part was the best by far...the rest is still very good though. I like how the protagonist is kind of easing into a one-way mateship with the soldier boy too...woulda been interesting to see where this went if it had continued....
 
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