A Young Man's Dark Secret Exposed to a Beautiful Stranger Damien had this curse for way too long. Though, he had never told any one. They would probably think he was insane or some sort of psychopath. So, all throughout high school he basically stuck to himself. Except for a few people here and there. And he didn’t even dare tell his closest friend that he’d known since childhood. It was just too much for any one, but him, to bare. Damien was now twenty-five, and still had the problem. He thought of girls in a way that would get him sent to jail in an instant if he’d ever act on it. By now he had no friends, and the last female contact he had was three years ago. He told her of his fantasy, thinking that they had been together and he could trust her with his deepest darkest secret. She said she wouldn’t scare off. By the next day, when he came home from work, she and her belongings were gone. This caused him to not want to get too attached to any woman; one night stands at the most. However, most of the time if he wanted the attention of a girl he’d go to a strip club in town. Tonight his curse was working its magic. He was home, and extremely bored. So, he decided to do what any man alone would do. He started to masturbate to his own lovely images. He would normally envision a woman from one of his dreams. She wore knee-high fish net stockings, pink five-inch heels, a short schoolgirl skirt, and an unbuttoned pure white, see-through shirt, with nothing under it. It started out as any normal session would, but then he started to think of other things. “Mmm, it would be lovely to force that pretty little mouth around my dick,” he thought as he pumped his hand up and down his dick. He moaned slightly at the thought. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking these things, but, he just couldn’t help it. …the next moment changed everything
