The Anonymous Reader

The Anonymous Reader


I am a 22 year old male writer who adores sex and dearly wants to gain more experience in the area. My tale I imagine is more common than many people understand. You see I am 6 foot 1 with a muscular physique but not over the top. I guess I enjoy working out more than playing sport. I am tanned with brown short hair and big brown eyes. Some would think my most distinguishing feature is the 11 inch stick of salami I carry around in my jocks. To my way of thinking this is my biggest curse.

Yes I read all the stories where girls drawl over guys with dinosaur dicks and guys boast about their huge or enormous cocks but I have just not experienced the sexual fame and fortune that these stories suggest.

I am by no means a virgin but figure I might as well be for all the joy my sex life has brought me. I have been with several girls with very little success. A few girls were drawn to my size but when they saw it close up could not get away from it fast enough. Most of those who have attempted to take me in have bailed through soreness although they were mostly very considerate and apologetic and sucked me to completion but it is just not the same. One poor girl even ended up at the hospital for some repair work.

As I mentioned earlier I am a big fan of sex but not in a perverted or shallow and selfish way, I study it and admire it as an art form. My all time favourite is female oral sex. There is nothing better than watching a well kept pussy twitching and spasming in ecstasy right before it convulses in orgasm and sprays sweet nectar everywhere. Nothing better than watching it live as a participant in the event that is; which does not happen that often for me.

Up until recently I have enjoyed the age old method of masturbating to movies and magazines. Although movies are more visually stimulating and my more frequent mode of masturbation stimulus I do enjoy the stories that are included in magazines as an alternative. This is what led me on my latest venture I suppose. I have spent my fare share of time viewing internet porn but to be honest watching strings of 30 second clips flash and keep changing just when you think your session is getting somewhere is frustrating and sometimes upsetting. Stories on the other hand are very entertaining and when well written can place you right there and be very realistic.

I decided to try my hand at writing and wrote a couple of stories that were received reasonably well. This had a strange but pleasant effect on me. The thought of other readers enjoying my stories and finding pleasure in them, possibly even masturbating whilst reading them gave me awesome satisfaction. For a while the positive feedback from readers outweighed any negative and I found it easy to ignore. But after a while people started getting personal and not only tearing strips off the stories but off of me as well. I felt like chucking in the writing as life had enough negatives without these ungrateful ass holes bringing people down that were only trying to provide entertainment for them to start with. I mean where did these morons get off anyway? The majority of them don’t even have the guts to put their name to a comment.

Funnily enough it was reading another author’s work that I got tipped over the edge. I was reading about a particular little girl’s private after pool party with an older host for about the 15th time and still thoroughly enjoying it. As usual I scrolled down at the end and read through a few of the comments and was quite pleased for the author to see some of the new positive comments but then became bitterly disappointed by an unnecessary and rather negative personal dig.

Fuck this I thought, there is just no need to say anything nasty. I am not against constructive criticism at all but constructive criticism doesn’t come with name calling and personal put downs. It’s as if some readers are only on the site to find someone else to bitch about, small minded fucks! Anyway I wanted to react against this mentality and started to think of ways I could do it. Ai asked a mate of mine, an I.T. nerd who’s hobby was hacking if he thought he could track someone down. He set about doing it. Using key logger programmes and whatever else he was using I soon had located one of the drop kicks putting shit on everyone’s stories and set about planning a little revenge.

I watched my unsuspecting target’s movements for a few weeks to record patterns and note consistencies and stuff. Surprisingly my target was a very attractive tiny little Asian woman who lived by herself if you count out her annoying little mutt. I made a point of befriending the little hairball when she was out. It soon become obvious that this woman was not overly security obsessed, she did not even have her place alarmed. I had the idea to sneak in and look around when she wasn’t there one day which was a plan assisted by her leaving the back door unlocked.

Her place was dark and dingy but quite neat and tidy. I poked around just having a general snoop and was quickly impressed by her porn library. She had a good collection of just about everything; there must have been over 500 DVD’s. The bedroom was fitted out and full of all kinds of sex toys and gadgets including a female real doll (without an attachable penis) which I thought was a little odd. The lounge had a huge wall mounted flat screen and her laptop was still open on the coffee table. Then I saw it, she was still logged in so I moved quickly over to the computer intending to look at her files. She had been at it again and the page still displayed her latest abusive comment. I discovered that this psycho had also stored many and probably all of her comments and also the stories on which she was commenting. Whatever was wrong with this person was not a little thing and was probably wrong with all of these freaks that put down peoples stories for their own sick amusement, I thought to myself.

Sitting reading some of her shit added fuel to my fire. I hadn’t planned retaliation for today but Meh… I was already there and no one was waiting for me at home so what the hell.

I only had to wait another ten minutes for her to get home. I hid in the spare room that looked like it wasn’t used all that often. When she came in she slipped a movie in the DVD player and stripped off ready for some fun and games. I crept into the doorway and from where I was all I could see were her shoulders above the back of the sofa and the DVD playing. It was some a he/she movie which wasn’t exactly my cup of tea but seemed to please this freak. I imagine she was fondling her tits and rubbing her clit softly as I stood and watched her shoulders move ever so slightly and irregularly. Her breathing became faster and she started bobbing up and down in the chair as I guessed she must be ramming herself with a massive dildo. Just when I figured she was headed toward orgasm I snuck up behind her and threw one hand over her mouth and the other hand containing a knife I had gotten from the kitchen at her throat and said firmly.

“Don’t struggle; don’t scream I just want to talk, ok?”

She nodded her head so I took my hand very slowly from her mouth just in case I had to put it straight back in a hurry but kept the knife at her throat.