To a certain extent I believe that I may now be a ‘dirty old man’, this story details the corruption of a naïve but willing and most definitely pliant eighteen-year-old girl. Most of it is true, names and places have been changed for obvious reasons but the sordid details of this descent into depravity remain true to events.
On a warm summer eve, I headed home from a barbeque, I’d had too much to drink and was feeling extremely horny, as I walked, I let my mind wonder images of past conquests started to flood my vision, specifically images from the days that I’d been a younger student. I imagined myself transported back in time with my current mind, but within my younger body, the things that I should’ve done with those women if only I’d known what I really liked turned me on. I knew now, that many of those girls had been submissive, they’d have let me tie them up if I’d have wanted, they’d have let me do what I liked to them, it had been my naivety at that young age which had held me back. With these images till floating around my head I unlocked my front door and slumped down on the sofa.