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My Dirty Secret
I want you so badly. I can barely control myself. I want to grab you and kiss you so hard that your head would explode. If I ever got the chance. there are things that I would do that I can't begin to explain. I shutter just to think of your hands touching me. I know you have a girlfriend. I know you are seven years older then me. I know you're my boss. I don't care. I want you, every inch of you.
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14 tips to follow when having an affair
I’m a European living in Tokyo, and I’m married to a Japanese woman.I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I just can’t help fooling around with other women. It’s definitely a big plus to be a foreigner in Japan and finding willing women has never been a problem for me.
Nowadays, with the internet and well advanced phones, it’s even easier.There are many women who are bored in their marriages, and I find them easily on Japanese internet sites. It seems they feel bad about fooling around with a Japanese guy, but with a foreigner, it’s a different story. I’m also surprised that many younger women also like to “date” foreigners, despite knowing the fact that I’m happily married.
Currently I’m having regular sex with around 10 women! Of course, none of them know about the others.My wife knows that I’m popular and attractive, but thinks I’m 100% loyal to her.
Why? Because I’m so damn careful. I would never want to hurt her. During our 10 years together, she has never found anything that might imply me having another woman.In my work I travel a lot, but so it’s easy for me to stay overnight at some hotel in Tokyo. I just tell the wife I’m on a business-trip. The truth is that hardly never go on business-trips inside Japan. But I’m staying out at least one night every week.
Here’s how you do it:
1. Never keep credit card slips in your wallet. I keep them in my office.
2. From the very beginning I have told my wife that it is considered extremely rude to open someone else’s letters (card-statements included). She would never open any of my letters. But even is she did, I can always say that payments are for a client’s hotel, or dinner with a client.
3. She knows I don’t like talking on the phone, so most of our communication is by phone-mail. In fact I do like talking on the phone, but I made her believe the opposite at an early point in our relationship.
4. I always clear out my phone of any call- and receive-history. I have blocked access to my phone-emails with a password that I change frequently. If she asks me why I’m so secretive, I just tell her that I’m careful about data of my clients leaking out in case I lose my phone somewhere.
5. Sometimes she might ask to send a picture by phone mail, from wherever I’m am. Whenever I’m on a “real” trip somewhere in Japan, I take pictures for future use. I have pictures from basically every part of Japan, in my phone. It’s also wise to ask friends to send you some pictures when they are traveling, just so you can keep a good stock of photos. Just have to be careful to change the information (date etc.) in the photo before sending it to the wifey.
6. I always wear different kind of colognes. Many different types. Change often! The wife can never detect any women perfume just because you always smell different as well. And in Japan you are standing packed in the train during rush-hour, so you will probably get some scent from the ladies next to you anyway.
7. In my portable calendar I only write down things that can’t hurt the wife to see. No use of codes or cryptic. Everything is written very plain to see. Instead, I keep the girl-schedule in my phone, which is locked by password that I change frequently.
8. Going out to purchase something usually takes a about three hours in Tokyo. I take frequent trips to the electrical store to buy ink-cartridges. During those three hours it’s easy to meet one of your mistresses and fool around in a hotel. Ink-cartridges are bought in bulk and kept where the spare wheel is, in my car. My wife doesn’t drive.
9. One problem is gifts. I receive a lot of gifts from my mistresses at Christmas and Birthdays. I keep them all in my office. Sometimes there are also things that suits to give my wife. Keeps her happy. There are often things that I can pass on to my colleagues as well, neckties etc. I’m being the nice guy in the office. Nobody knows…
10. My phone is always on vibrator mode. My wife know this as well, that I hate when the phone rings. The ringtone actually startles me. If some of my girlfriends should by chance call me, my wife won’t know about it as the phone silently vibrates in my pocket. My phone is also set to go off at midnight, and power on again at 8 in the morning. No surprises.
11. I never write the correct address when checking in to a hotel. They never check anyway. If I forgot something in the room I don’t want them to contact me. I guess I can live with that. In either case, I can always go back and pick it up.
12. I never use a condom. The smell of latex or rubber can be traced, and also the rubbers are difficult to hide. In Japan most women don’t care if you use a condom or not, and many of my women will actually say that it feels better without it.
13. I use coin-lockers a lot. It’s a good place to keep a stash of clothes. I can say I go to work, and then change to something more casual for my date.
14. When traveling, even if so only a couple of hours, it’s customary to bring home the specialty of that particular region. I know where they sell specialties from every part of Japan, in Tokyo. I usually purchase the gift first, and then tell my wife “where” I’m going, depending on the gift. This makes her trust me even more.
So, you see? It’s not only about being able to fool around, but you must also give your wife what she expects. I think I have a perfect gig here. Have I forgotten anything?
I can also say that another advantage in Japan is that a Japanese wife would never call your office. If she needs you, she will only call your phone, or in our case, she will mail me.
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Nowadays, with the internet and well advanced phones, it’s even easier.There are many women who are bored in their marriages, and I find them easily on Japanese internet sites. It seems they feel bad about fooling around with a Japanese guy, but with a foreigner, it’s a different story. I’m also surprised that many younger women also like to “date” foreigners, despite knowing the fact that I’m happily married.
Currently I’m having regular sex with around 10 women! Of course, none of them know about the others.My wife knows that I’m popular and attractive, but thinks I’m 100% loyal to her.
Why? Because I’m so damn careful. I would never want to hurt her. During our 10 years together, she has never found anything that might imply me having another woman.In my work I travel a lot, but so it’s easy for me to stay overnight at some hotel in Tokyo. I just tell the wife I’m on a business-trip. The truth is that hardly never go on business-trips inside Japan. But I’m staying out at least one night every week.
Here’s how you do it:
1. Never keep credit card slips in your wallet. I keep them in my office.
2. From the very beginning I have told my wife that it is considered extremely rude to open someone else’s letters (card-statements included). She would never open any of my letters. But even is she did, I can always say that payments are for a client’s hotel, or dinner with a client.
3. She knows I don’t like talking on the phone, so most of our communication is by phone-mail. In fact I do like talking on the phone, but I made her believe the opposite at an early point in our relationship.
4. I always clear out my phone of any call- and receive-history. I have blocked access to my phone-emails with a password that I change frequently. If she asks me why I’m so secretive, I just tell her that I’m careful about data of my clients leaking out in case I lose my phone somewhere.
5. Sometimes she might ask to send a picture by phone mail, from wherever I’m am. Whenever I’m on a “real” trip somewhere in Japan, I take pictures for future use. I have pictures from basically every part of Japan, in my phone. It’s also wise to ask friends to send you some pictures when they are traveling, just so you can keep a good stock of photos. Just have to be careful to change the information (date etc.) in the photo before sending it to the wifey.
6. I always wear different kind of colognes. Many different types. Change often! The wife can never detect any women perfume just because you always smell different as well. And in Japan you are standing packed in the train during rush-hour, so you will probably get some scent from the ladies next to you anyway.
7. In my portable calendar I only write down things that can’t hurt the wife to see. No use of codes or cryptic. Everything is written very plain to see. Instead, I keep the girl-schedule in my phone, which is locked by password that I change frequently.
8. Going out to purchase something usually takes a about three hours in Tokyo. I take frequent trips to the electrical store to buy ink-cartridges. During those three hours it’s easy to meet one of your mistresses and fool around in a hotel. Ink-cartridges are bought in bulk and kept where the spare wheel is, in my car. My wife doesn’t drive.
9. One problem is gifts. I receive a lot of gifts from my mistresses at Christmas and Birthdays. I keep them all in my office. Sometimes there are also things that suits to give my wife. Keeps her happy. There are often things that I can pass on to my colleagues as well, neckties etc. I’m being the nice guy in the office. Nobody knows…
10. My phone is always on vibrator mode. My wife know this as well, that I hate when the phone rings. The ringtone actually startles me. If some of my girlfriends should by chance call me, my wife won’t know about it as the phone silently vibrates in my pocket. My phone is also set to go off at midnight, and power on again at 8 in the morning. No surprises.
11. I never write the correct address when checking in to a hotel. They never check anyway. If I forgot something in the room I don’t want them to contact me. I guess I can live with that. In either case, I can always go back and pick it up.
12. I never use a condom. The smell of latex or rubber can be traced, and also the rubbers are difficult to hide. In Japan most women don’t care if you use a condom or not, and many of my women will actually say that it feels better without it.
13. I use coin-lockers a lot. It’s a good place to keep a stash of clothes. I can say I go to work, and then change to something more casual for my date.
14. When traveling, even if so only a couple of hours, it’s customary to bring home the specialty of that particular region. I know where they sell specialties from every part of Japan, in Tokyo. I usually purchase the gift first, and then tell my wife “where” I’m going, depending on the gift. This makes her trust me even more.
So, you see? It’s not only about being able to fool around, but you must also give your wife what she expects. I think I have a perfect gig here. Have I forgotten anything?
I can also say that another advantage in Japan is that a Japanese wife would never call your office. If she needs you, she will only call your phone, or in our case, she will mail me.
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She keeps tweaking
I cannot tell what is happening at my job. One of my co-workers is stealing money daily. She rings things in that are way cheaper than the actual item and then pockets the difference when the customer leaves. I've caught her doing it a few times.
I can't tell on her. She is my best friend that I helped get the job and I know why she is stealing the money. She started using meth around a month ago at a party we went to. She keeps tweaking on weekends. I am afraid she'll start doing it during the week too and really get damaged. I don't want her to get fired but I want her to get help. What do I do?
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I can't tell on her. She is my best friend that I helped get the job and I know why she is stealing the money. She started using meth around a month ago at a party we went to. She keeps tweaking on weekends. I am afraid she'll start doing it during the week too and really get damaged. I don't want her to get fired but I want her to get help. What do I do?
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I watched him get shot.
It was the craziest thing I've ever seen. They were shouting back and forth. Six of them on one side and seven or eight across the street. I could barely make out the other group. It was around two in the morning. They were arguing about what happened to a ho that belonged to another pimp. The yelling got louder and without a warning I heard a loud bang and I see a bright flash come from the bigger group on the opposide side from where I was. Women that were standing around started screaming and men were running for cover. I ducked behind a uhaul van. I peek around the corner trying to see what is happening.
One man in the group wasn’t running. He was sort of stumbling around, looking drunk. He was holding his arm that was limp by his side. I watched as his friends came running to him just as he falls to the ground. The whole group on the other side of the street are racing out of the area in cars and on bikes . There is a crowd gathering around the fallen man.
I go and pick up my bag that I dropped in a panic and make my way to my car. I have to pass the man and his friends. As I pass I see his arm is covered in blood. His friends are telling him to chill out. He looks very sweaty and not well.
I hear the siren as I get to my car door. I hop in and get out as fast as I can. It has been a long time and I still can't get his face out of my mind. Poor man. I never even heard about it in the news.
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One man in the group wasn’t running. He was sort of stumbling around, looking drunk. He was holding his arm that was limp by his side. I watched as his friends came running to him just as he falls to the ground. The whole group on the other side of the street are racing out of the area in cars and on bikes . There is a crowd gathering around the fallen man.
I go and pick up my bag that I dropped in a panic and make my way to my car. I have to pass the man and his friends. As I pass I see his arm is covered in blood. His friends are telling him to chill out. He looks very sweaty and not well.
I hear the siren as I get to my car door. I hop in and get out as fast as I can. It has been a long time and I still can't get his face out of my mind. Poor man. I never even heard about it in the news.
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What a scumbag!
Last year, I left my ex for another, better guy (he and I are still together, too). Through an act of a little revenge, I found out that I really did make the right choice by leaving my ex!
My ex is bi-sexual. The town I live in is small and my friend, let's call him C., is about the only openly gay guy in my school. He was also 15 at the time. C. was desperate to find someone to screw and my ex was now single and still curious. I hooked them up... but my ex didn't know how old his little gay lover was. After my ex told me all the steamy details of his first gay sex, I told him how old C was. My ex became all nervous and mad that I didn't tell him that he was only 15. I was loving my revenge. A few weeks later, C. told me that my ex had come back for more! What a scumbag!
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My ex is bi-sexual. The town I live in is small and my friend, let's call him C., is about the only openly gay guy in my school. He was also 15 at the time. C. was desperate to find someone to screw and my ex was now single and still curious. I hooked them up... but my ex didn't know how old his little gay lover was. After my ex told me all the steamy details of his first gay sex, I told him how old C was. My ex became all nervous and mad that I didn't tell him that he was only 15. I was loving my revenge. A few weeks later, C. told me that my ex had come back for more! What a scumbag!
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What goes around comes around
When I was in college, I once dumped this girl for her much hotter roommate. But that didn't stop me from sleeping with her constantly. The first wasn't fond of the second when I switched from the one to the other, so they never talked. Somehow I got away with screwing both girls in this house for a whole year.
After that year, the hotter one graduated, so while I was still "officially" with her, it was much easier to sleep with the first girl who was still around. Then I graduated and left, and was still with the hotter one. I eventually grew up, and never wanted to cheat on her again. After another two years, I honestly thought she and I would get married. Then she left me for some other schmuck. I totally deserved it, but I cannot tell her that.
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After that year, the hotter one graduated, so while I was still "officially" with her, it was much easier to sleep with the first girl who was still around. Then I graduated and left, and was still with the hotter one. I eventually grew up, and never wanted to cheat on her again. After another two years, I honestly thought she and I would get married. Then she left me for some other schmuck. I totally deserved it, but I cannot tell her that.
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Checking out the goods
I am 28 and gay. I have somehow fallen into checking out guys at the urinals -- any urinal. There are places that I go, and I wait around for cute, hot youngish guys to go in, and I follow.
On occasion I have seen men obviously showing off, or jerking off, and sometimes I have joined them and cummed harder than ever before. Most of these guys are ostensibly "straight." I have known actual straight men who do the same thing, in fact -- either checking out the goods or jerking off with other guys.
I want to stop doing it, but I can't. I am going on a long car trip soon, and all I can think about is stopping all the way from here to there at every rest-stop. I have seen some incredible cocks in my time. Tall and thin, or short guys seem to have the largest cocks.
I did get caught once, at a bar. The guy grabbed my throat and pushed me against the wall. He said something, but I was drunk and simply left the bar when it was over. It was scary.
But I will continue. The thrill of it is far too great. I get butterflies in my stomach and very horny. I also secretly watched people having sex in their car. I jerked off and ejaculated on a tree. How they didn't know I was there, I don't know. Or perhaps they did.
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...I did get caught once, at a bar. The guy grabbed my throat and pushed me against the wall...
On occasion I have seen men obviously showing off, or jerking off, and sometimes I have joined them and cummed harder than ever before. Most of these guys are ostensibly "straight." I have known actual straight men who do the same thing, in fact -- either checking out the goods or jerking off with other guys.
I want to stop doing it, but I can't. I am going on a long car trip soon, and all I can think about is stopping all the way from here to there at every rest-stop. I have seen some incredible cocks in my time. Tall and thin, or short guys seem to have the largest cocks.
I did get caught once, at a bar. The guy grabbed my throat and pushed me against the wall. He said something, but I was drunk and simply left the bar when it was over. It was scary.
But I will continue. The thrill of it is far too great. I get butterflies in my stomach and very horny. I also secretly watched people having sex in their car. I jerked off and ejaculated on a tree. How they didn't know I was there, I don't know. Or perhaps they did.
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My husband the control freak
My husband is a huge control freak. He treats me more like a child than his wife. He told me that if I ever get a tattoo, he will divorce me. I told him that I wanted one on my lower back and that no one else would really see it and he called me a tramp.
I get in trouble every time I go out with my friends and he won't make an attempt to get to know my friends or go out with us. He can't even name two of my friends. He calls me a barfly, even though I only go out once a month with friends.
When we first started dating, I was only 19 and he got mad at me because I didn't know how to make coffee.
I can't be myself around him-I only stay because we have a daughter together.
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I get in trouble every time I go out with my friends and he won't make an attempt to get to know my friends or go out with us. He can't even name two of my friends. He calls me a barfly, even though I only go out once a month with friends.
When we first started dating, I was only 19 and he got mad at me because I didn't know how to make coffee.
I can't be myself around him-I only stay because we have a daughter together.
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Disturbing Fantasies
I'm a pretty clean person in my everyday life, so perhaps that is why I have such a strange, disturbing aspect to my sexual fantasies.
First of all, I'm an atypical 40 year old virgin. Not because I've never found anyone willing to help, but because what I find arousing is not the typical sex story. I also have a wonderful imagination and don't require pictures or props (except some 40W motor oil) to get me off.
Still, my fantasies bother me, because I know they're not "normal" in the sense of what I see on TV. I can't talk about them to anyone, because I feel like I would be labeled a freak.
One of my favorites is where I imagine myself living as a hermit caveman, in a warm cave. I am dressed in rags, and unbelievably filthy from months of not bathing. My hair is especially long and caked with filth, and when I shit or piss I do it on myself. Thinking about my "typical hermit/caveman day" gets me extremely horny. As the hermit, I wake up and climb out of my bed/pit which is filled with mud and animal manure I carried back to the cave from some far away farm. Then, I roll in the ashes of last night's fire and leave the cave. I go out stalking in the woods during the day, like a sasquatch, rolling in anything dirty/filthy I find, especially animal dung. When night falls, I go back to the cave and start the fire and dance around it in a primal way until I am wet with sweat and exhaustion.
THen, I fall asleep back into my mud/flith pit. Sometimes, I imagine I have found a secret back to the cave, and when I go exploring, I find it is a cave with bats, where the guano is several inches thick. In order to not disturb the bats, I crawl through it on my belly until I am completely covered. Sometimes, in the days, I would also just lie in the sun, letting the filth and stink bake into me, occasionally finding some fresh mud or shit to roll in.
Another of my favorites is where I am living in the middle ages on a sheep farm as a farmer who has not bathed in years. I am very filthy from rolling in mud and animal manure and wear only a robe or tunic which is practically falling off from age. In this fantasy I myself in their dung. At some point I get hired by nobility to be the stable-boy, doing every filthy job required in those times.
My noble boss takes me along to a big city one day, and when the hosts see what a mess I am and where the should put me, they take me to the city sewer, where I wallow for days, thoroughly enjoying myself and all the details therein. When my noble boss comes to get me, I don't want to leave and they have to send in someone to drag me out.
Outside of the fantasies, I have only gone as far as covering myself in mud or mud substitutes, because I know about the disease aspect of manure and do not wish to get sick. Plus, the opportunity never arose to follow my fantasy. But, oh, how it gets me off to think of it.
One day, in real life, I was at a beach house with my father and some friends. There was a swamp nearby with the smelliest, thickest mud I'd ever seen. When my father and friends went off for a day of shopping, I stayed behind and took a huge bowl of mud inside to the bathroom. I completely covered myself in it and was very happy. Then, I turned on the shower tap to clean off in preparation for my father's return. Nothing! No water.
Hastily, I grabbed towels to clean off what I could, and ran around the house naked and half-muddy. No water out of any of the taps. Then it occurred to me: the ocean. Gathering up my courage, I sprinted for the water, naked, off the back porch. I didn't have my glasses on, but I don't think there was anyone around. I jumped into the water (which was extremely cold) and cleaned off best I could. Then, back to the house to remove all traces of the mud on the floors. It was about this time that the water started working again. I made it with towels in the washer and everything clean jut minutes before everyone made it back. To this day there is some mud inbetween two parts of the panelling in that bathroom because I backed into it and couldn't get a rag in enough to clean it out.
Someday, I hope to find a wonderful place to go camping, and wallow in mud and be generally filthy for as long as I can without raising suspicion. I dream of that day! Until then, I am very content with my fantasies.
Thanks for letting me tell this story...
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...I know they're not "normal" in the sense of what I see on TV. I can't talk about them to anyone, because I feel like I would be labeled a freak...
First of all, I'm an atypical 40 year old virgin. Not because I've never found anyone willing to help, but because what I find arousing is not the typical sex story. I also have a wonderful imagination and don't require pictures or props (except some 40W motor oil) to get me off.
Still, my fantasies bother me, because I know they're not "normal" in the sense of what I see on TV. I can't talk about them to anyone, because I feel like I would be labeled a freak.
One of my favorites is where I imagine myself living as a hermit caveman, in a warm cave. I am dressed in rags, and unbelievably filthy from months of not bathing. My hair is especially long and caked with filth, and when I shit or piss I do it on myself. Thinking about my "typical hermit/caveman day" gets me extremely horny. As the hermit, I wake up and climb out of my bed/pit which is filled with mud and animal manure I carried back to the cave from some far away farm. Then, I roll in the ashes of last night's fire and leave the cave. I go out stalking in the woods during the day, like a sasquatch, rolling in anything dirty/filthy I find, especially animal dung. When night falls, I go back to the cave and start the fire and dance around it in a primal way until I am wet with sweat and exhaustion.
...In order to not disturb the bats, I crawl through it on my belly until I am completely covered...
THen, I fall asleep back into my mud/flith pit. Sometimes, I imagine I have found a secret back to the cave, and when I go exploring, I find it is a cave with bats, where the guano is several inches thick. In order to not disturb the bats, I crawl through it on my belly until I am completely covered. Sometimes, in the days, I would also just lie in the sun, letting the filth and stink bake into me, occasionally finding some fresh mud or shit to roll in.
Another of my favorites is where I am living in the middle ages on a sheep farm as a farmer who has not bathed in years. I am very filthy from rolling in mud and animal manure and wear only a robe or tunic which is practically falling off from age. In this fantasy I myself in their dung. At some point I get hired by nobility to be the stable-boy, doing every filthy job required in those times.
...they take me to the city sewer, where I wallow for days, thoroughly enjoying myself...
My noble boss takes me along to a big city one day, and when the hosts see what a mess I am and where the should put me, they take me to the city sewer, where I wallow for days, thoroughly enjoying myself and all the details therein. When my noble boss comes to get me, I don't want to leave and they have to send in someone to drag me out.
Outside of the fantasies, I have only gone as far as covering myself in mud or mud substitutes, because I know about the disease aspect of manure and do not wish to get sick. Plus, the opportunity never arose to follow my fantasy. But, oh, how it gets me off to think of it.
One day, in real life, I was at a beach house with my father and some friends. There was a swamp nearby with the smelliest, thickest mud I'd ever seen. When my father and friends went off for a day of shopping, I stayed behind and took a huge bowl of mud inside to the bathroom. I completely covered myself in it and was very happy. Then, I turned on the shower tap to clean off in preparation for my father's return. Nothing! No water.
...I hope to find a wonderful place to go camping, and wallow in mud and be generally filthy for as long as I can without raising suspicion...
Hastily, I grabbed towels to clean off what I could, and ran around the house naked and half-muddy. No water out of any of the taps. Then it occurred to me: the ocean. Gathering up my courage, I sprinted for the water, naked, off the back porch. I didn't have my glasses on, but I don't think there was anyone around. I jumped into the water (which was extremely cold) and cleaned off best I could. Then, back to the house to remove all traces of the mud on the floors. It was about this time that the water started working again. I made it with towels in the washer and everything clean jut minutes before everyone made it back. To this day there is some mud inbetween two parts of the panelling in that bathroom because I backed into it and couldn't get a rag in enough to clean it out.
Someday, I hope to find a wonderful place to go camping, and wallow in mud and be generally filthy for as long as I can without raising suspicion. I dream of that day! Until then, I am very content with my fantasies.
Thanks for letting me tell this story...
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Another jail story
Besides getting my ass kicked by the goon squad I took part in and witnessed some serious beating while inside. One in particular still freaks me out.
Tony was one of the cons with the most time on our range. Word spread quickly when a new guy came on the scene. Tony told a few of us that he had a old school beef with the new guy. A beef from the street that never got settled.
Word spread quickly and you could see the tension right away. The new guy headed to his cell right away and I was sure he'd crack before dinner. He didn't but instead kept his ass in his cell.
Dinner comes and goes, I barely notice the new guy as he quietly grabs his grub and heads back in the cell. I see Tony eyeballing him. I know shit's going down.
After we watch COPS it's time to for early lock-up. The new guy is quick to take to his cell and his cell mate goes in too. I see Tony get angry because he's missed his chance for tonight.
I take late lock-up after playing cards for a bit.
Morning comes and beakfast is there. New guy again takes his food and bolts inside his cell. He doesn't make eye contact and doesn't speak to anyone. We all go to cells and eat. Then they let us back out to put our trays away and start cleaning.
The food cart goes out and the cleaning supplies come in. BUckets with cleaners and rags and a bucket full of soapy water and a squeegee mop.
Tony takes the mop and bucket and start cleaning the shower along with a couple other of his homeboys.
New guy is busy stripping his cell and cleaning.
I see the new guy's cell mate go into the shower where Tony tells his something. Cell mate goes into cell, talks to the new guy for a second and they both head into the bathroom together. I move around so I can see right inside. A few other guys and I take turns walking by the door, trying to not look too obvious.
I walk past again holding my book as if I am going to read and them it happens. One of Tony's homeboys pushes the new guy back against the shower wall and starts punching him.
As this happens, I see Tony calmly look at the cell mate and smile. The cell mate books out of the shower and goes in his cell.
Tony reaches down and grabs the squeegee and raises it above his head. I used it before and it waas heavy. Made of hard plastic and steel bolts and shit. Tony shouts something at the new guy as he brings it down. Tony's homeboy jumps out of the way just as Tony's cracks the new guy in the head with the squeegee.
It was like some shit in a movie. A red mist erupted from the new's guy head. Blood sprayed up against the wall. I was like a deer in hedlights. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Like watching an accident video clip over and over agan.
The new guy crumbles and Tony's hits him again, this time it glances off his cheek. It tears the skin and some of the muscle from the guys face. he looks gruesome and has his hands up begging Tony to stop. Tony throws the squeege to his homie who cleans it off and puts it back in the bucket. He wets the mop, then wrings it out with the squeegee and then starts mopping like nothing is happening.
Tony leans down to the guy and grabs his jumpsuit to pull him closer. I can't hear what he tell him but the new guy looks like he's staring at death.
As Tony tell his whatever, I take a better look at the new guy. He head is laid open as if someone came along and carved a big slice off the side of his head. I can see the greyish bone of his skull. His cheek hangs down beside his jaw. It is more jagged that his head wound. I figure maybe his skin was caught on the squeegee or something.
Tony continues to tell the new guy something, giving him a shake every couple of seconds. Every time he does that, his head and cheek flap. It's fucking gross.
Tony's homeboy has cleaned up most of the blood, except what is around the new guy. He goes over with a rag to clean the blood from the shower wall when suddenly someone beside me yells,"6-up!"
Tony takes off out of the shower. His homeboy drops the mop and he too gets out of there. A few seconds later a screw is at the gate, looking inside. We're all looking busy, Tony and his homeboys magically playing Bid-Whiz at one of the cleaning stuff. he rounds the corner and yells, "Holy shit!"
He turns and runs to the gate. His partner radios someone and then sirens are going off. He starts yelling at everyone to go back into the cells. We all do and watch out our windows and more guards show up along with the medical staff and a stretcher.
The new guy gets carried out and I never see him again over the next 3 years I spend inside.
word was he had major surgery and almost dies from some infection or something.
It grosses me out writing this.
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Location kept secret.
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Tags: ass goon squad beating cons convict crime range old school beef cell crack shit cops cards food squeegee homeboys stripping book movie blood cheek jaw homie jail guard ex-con secret story
Tony was one of the cons with the most time on our range. Word spread quickly when a new guy came on the scene. Tony told a few of us that he had a old school beef with the new guy. A beef from the street that never got settled.
Word spread quickly and you could see the tension right away. The new guy headed to his cell right away and I was sure he'd crack before dinner. He didn't but instead kept his ass in his cell.
Dinner comes and goes, I barely notice the new guy as he quietly grabs his grub and heads back in the cell. I see Tony eyeballing him. I know shit's going down.
After we watch COPS it's time to for early lock-up. The new guy is quick to take to his cell and his cell mate goes in too. I see Tony get angry because he's missed his chance for tonight.
...It was like some shit in a movie. A red mist erupted from the new's guy head. Blood sprayed up against the wall. I was like a deer in hedlights...
I take late lock-up after playing cards for a bit.
Morning comes and beakfast is there. New guy again takes his food and bolts inside his cell. He doesn't make eye contact and doesn't speak to anyone. We all go to cells and eat. Then they let us back out to put our trays away and start cleaning.
The food cart goes out and the cleaning supplies come in. BUckets with cleaners and rags and a bucket full of soapy water and a squeegee mop.
Tony takes the mop and bucket and start cleaning the shower along with a couple other of his homeboys.
New guy is busy stripping his cell and cleaning.
I see the new guy's cell mate go into the shower where Tony tells his something. Cell mate goes into cell, talks to the new guy for a second and they both head into the bathroom together. I move around so I can see right inside. A few other guys and I take turns walking by the door, trying to not look too obvious.
I walk past again holding my book as if I am going to read and them it happens. One of Tony's homeboys pushes the new guy back against the shower wall and starts punching him.
As this happens, I see Tony calmly look at the cell mate and smile. The cell mate books out of the shower and goes in his cell.
Tony reaches down and grabs the squeegee and raises it above his head. I used it before and it waas heavy. Made of hard plastic and steel bolts and shit. Tony shouts something at the new guy as he brings it down. Tony's homeboy jumps out of the way just as Tony's cracks the new guy in the head with the squeegee.
It was like some shit in a movie. A red mist erupted from the new's guy head. Blood sprayed up against the wall. I was like a deer in hedlights. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Like watching an accident video clip over and over agan.
...His partner radios someone and then sirens are going off. He starts yelling at everyone to go back into the cells...
The new guy crumbles and Tony's hits him again, this time it glances off his cheek. It tears the skin and some of the muscle from the guys face. he looks gruesome and has his hands up begging Tony to stop. Tony throws the squeege to his homie who cleans it off and puts it back in the bucket. He wets the mop, then wrings it out with the squeegee and then starts mopping like nothing is happening.
Tony leans down to the guy and grabs his jumpsuit to pull him closer. I can't hear what he tell him but the new guy looks like he's staring at death.
As Tony tell his whatever, I take a better look at the new guy. He head is laid open as if someone came along and carved a big slice off the side of his head. I can see the greyish bone of his skull. His cheek hangs down beside his jaw. It is more jagged that his head wound. I figure maybe his skin was caught on the squeegee or something.
Tony continues to tell the new guy something, giving him a shake every couple of seconds. Every time he does that, his head and cheek flap. It's fucking gross.
Tony's homeboy has cleaned up most of the blood, except what is around the new guy. He goes over with a rag to clean the blood from the shower wall when suddenly someone beside me yells,"6-up!"
Tony takes off out of the shower. His homeboy drops the mop and he too gets out of there. A few seconds later a screw is at the gate, looking inside. We're all looking busy, Tony and his homeboys magically playing Bid-Whiz at one of the cleaning stuff. he rounds the corner and yells, "Holy shit!"
He turns and runs to the gate. His partner radios someone and then sirens are going off. He starts yelling at everyone to go back into the cells. We all do and watch out our windows and more guards show up along with the medical staff and a stretcher.
The new guy gets carried out and I never see him again over the next 3 years I spend inside.
word was he had major surgery and almost dies from some infection or something.
It grosses me out writing this.
ex-con
Location kept secret.
Need Legal Advice?
Tags: ass goon squad beating cons convict crime range old school beef cell crack shit cops cards food squeegee homeboys stripping book movie blood cheek jaw homie jail guard ex-con secret story
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