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  1. Jacco

    I hope you’ve kept those stories, they’d make treasured possessions.

    During my ‘realisation phase’ as it were, that is, when I was gradually feeling stronger and stronger stirrings, I wrote a little story, not quite the exotic location of yours though!

    I’d been on a day trip to a neighbouring town. Whilst in a shop I became aware that a group of lively black girls were complaining about how I’d allegedly pushed past them. I must say I hadn’t been aware that I had, but I turned and said “sorry”. They smiled and that was that.

    When I sat in my bedroom later however, I did a little write up. Only in my version, the ending wasn’t quite so civilised. From what I remember, in my story my apology was not accepted and I was subjected to rough justice!

    Only thing is, looking back at this, I think I started to embrace masochism earlier than I thought. Because I recall this was the day that Labour leader John Smith died, which makes it 12 May 1994. I was still a schoolboy, not nearly 18 as I tend to think! (Unless I wrote it up a while after the day…) Anyhow. I didn’t keep the jotting. In retrospect I should have hung onto such things.

    Though drawing Femdom scenes was something I was soon to get into.

    Thanks for sparking more memories Jan!

    • Thank you once again for a lovely comment!

      Oh yes, I totally understand that something – almost insignificant – like that can trigger the imagination.
      When I was a kid I used to go to the cinema each week (Sunday afternoon matinee).
      I can clearly remember a terribly hot summers day, watching a movie with two or three other freaks, hahaha.
      Adventure movies, Wild West, Vampire movies, that kinda stuff.
      They provided me with the setting for my own little stories.

      No, sadly enough not one story did survive. But I do remember little bits and pieces of it. Not the exact words (such a shame), but the storyline and the Ladies that showed me the way to defeat.
      Ah, those were the days, my friend. Innocent and ignorent as a child, and yet a sub in the making.

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