Any time I do something to piss off my mother, she accuses me of being like my dad. But in many ways, I confess, I am very similar to my father: We share the same appreciation for vinyl records, the same distaste for green olives, the same receding hairline, and the same ability to drive my mother crazy. Over the years, I suffered countless agonizing father-son chats in his blue Pontiac Sunbird. The one subject he never brought it up, however, was sex: All through middle school and high school I dreaded the day when he might suggest we go driving so he could lecture me on the specifics of procreation. The worst came from my friend Chester, whose father used a hot dog, a bun, and a bottle of ketchup as props to demonstrate how babies were made.
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I'm a Man, Raped by a Man | OZY
There were thousands of responses to this question, see how your fantasies compare to our survey respondents. Now all I think about is having sex with her in the shower at the gym. Also fake-rape scenario. Not a nice fantasy. I wouldn't want it to happen.
What It Feels Like...to Be a Prison Sex Slave
The Daily Dose July 13, At night after work, I had my first drinks and joints on the hostel rooftop. I remember topping a glass with vodka and trying to chug it. On the wall of my hostel was a poster for Ayurvedic Indian massage. Higher than the Himalayas, I pictured a young female masseuse and sauntered there.
Soon after coming to Allred prison in Texas, Bret Ramos claimed me as his own. He told me I had two choices: I could submit, or I could die. Thus began my life as a prison sex slave.