Young love and the bug population.
26-Jan-99 13:02:28

Well everyone:

I have only, ever had one ladyfriend in my life who ever would willingly crush things for me. Most other women that I talked to thought the concept was far too strange, even though they would have done it anyway if they hadn't known it turned me on. Anyway, that all changed when I met Nancy. I was seventeen and she was sixteen going on seventeen. She was in my English class and I had admired her for years actually. Lovely soft round face, eyes like the twilit horizon and lovely reddish brown hair that fell down in playful curls to her shoulders. She was shorter than I, about five six I think, but that didn't keep her from having a lovely pair of legs and shapely feet with cute toes she always kept polished with red or pink or mauve polish. She was indeed a beautiful lady and I was lucky to have her in my life for awhile.
She it was, Franco, who squished the live roach with her index finger and thumb after I had caught it. She took it from me, rather reluctantly and looked at me dubiously.
"You want me to squash this roach, right? This will make you happy?" She asked.
"I offer you the choice, Nancy. Kill it or spare its life, the power to do either is yours...that is what is exciting to me, the thought of you as such a powerful woman." I was almost trembling as she lifted the bug up so I could see it between her fingers. It was playing possum, as they often do, waiting for a chance to escape. That chance would never come.
"Well, I get to choose than you know IT"S DEAD!!!" She said sadistically as she slowly squeezed it with her slender fingers. There was a disgusting crunch and stuff oozed from the dying roach as she mashed it into go and then rubbed the remains between her finger and thumb. I was in heaven, and we had a great night during which I spent a lot of time describing fantasies and telling her why the excited me. I know she did it for me...not because she had a secret desire to crush. She did come to enjoy it after a fashion though. She even stepped on a butterfly once when we were...well, that's another story:)

Look down, ( I still love you Nancy)lilbug:)<