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Paige Turner
Biography
Valedictorian of the state university computer science dept and I have a masters degree in computer security. I'm also emotionally retarded (I act like I'm 12). That includes being shy. I was fired from one job after a week because my self-conscious silence made the secretary so uncomfortable that she said she'd quit if she had to be around me.
My super power is understanding stuff. So far, this seems to be unlimited, but only if the information is interesting.
I walked off my nuc engineering job because I can't endure normal people. They have these hopelessly complex, pointless social rituals that you MUST know. Except I DON'T know because I CAN'T know because I'm autistic.... and shy. I was fired from one job after a week because my self-conscious silence made the secretary so uncomfortable that she said she'd quit if she had to be around me.
Male humans hate you if you're smart and females hate you if you're "cute," and they all hate you if you're both--and they deny it through forced smiles and gritted teeth.
In about 2010, I moved into a group house of gamerz I met in Second Life BDSM city. My rent here is being naked all day, every day. After 11(?) years, it's still unendurably embarrassing.
In a pre-agreed (via Skype) move-in ritual, I walked in without knocking. They were all in the living room and everybody was silent the whole time. A half-filled kitchen trash can was there.
One item at a time, I took off my clothes, sliced them with a box cutter, and threw them in the garbage--my jeans, shirt, jeans jacket, underwear, socks, and even shoes.
I brought no other clothes, or anything else but my computer. Now I had no choice but to be naked all the time and I couldn't leave (unless I left naked with no money or possessions).
Cutting my driver's license in half and trashing it with my clothes was very hard. and I almost cried, because it meant the end of my former life. Now I am nothing but warm meat, with no name, address, or identity.
I stood in front of five strangers for maybe a minute, completely bare with my hairy vulva on prominant display. My whole body blushed dark red. I stared at my bare feet with my arms at my side until D pointed to the carpet. I lay down on my back, stared at the ceiling with no expression, and made absolutely no sound. This is how I must always be f---ed now.
It's all I need and more than I deserve.
Anyway, that was boring. Sorry, I forgot that sex is the only reason anyone pretends to like me. I know that now, so I'm not disappointed like before I wised up.
I dread being displayed naked at what have become every-saturday parties. My whole body blushes and I can barely walk. Everyody thinks that's funny except me. After the first few months, everybody had seen me and didn't care, so I don't have to be displayed anymore (I am intermittently).
The first time I was offered to their friends, they made me masturbate to orgasm in front of strangers to humiliate me. I was so appalled that after lying on the coffee table, I literally couldn't move.
I separated my knees about two inches. I tried to spread them more. Then D grabbed my knees and suddenly forced them wide apart so they touched the table, and I thought I was going to faint from embarrassment.
There's a basket of rubbers (for strangers) and a drawer full of lube next to my bed. Pix: https://www.dropbox.com/s/qrajvetqdxka923/Next%20to%20my%20bed.jpeg?dl=1
After years of this, I'm actually used to being chained to my bed all weekend, alone in the dark, unable to see, move or speak. It's a time when I can think about hypergeometry without being distracted.
Usually, I hear someone walk in and pants being pulled down. I am roughly fingered and my breasts are hurt while the guy gets his dick hard. I stare at the ceiling in silence. Then I am mounted and mated, and I never know who it is.
I don't WANT to know. I am just a female human body with no name who's only purpose is to give them intense pleasure and be a receptacle for the sperm they pump in me.
God, that is SO romantic!
Sadly, though, it never lasts. Guests leave, and I always wake up chained to my bed, filled up, leaking, and alone.
Why do I deserve such contempt? I have no idea! YOU tell ME--you're the one who knows. Everybody in the world knows except me.
My 3 books are intense. I hope you spurt on your monitor and can't wipe it off. Don't forget to put mom's aptly-named hand lotion back in her bathroom or she'll catch you again. Hell, I hope she caught you this time. It'd serve you right for wanting sex.
Now go away before I call the police.
LKT 9/22/21
My super power is understanding stuff. So far, this seems to be unlimited, but only if the information is interesting.
I walked off my nuc engineering job because I can't endure normal people. They have these hopelessly complex, pointless social rituals that you MUST know. Except I DON'T know because I CAN'T know because I'm autistic.... and shy. I was fired from one job after a week because my self-conscious silence made the secretary so uncomfortable that she said she'd quit if she had to be around me.
Male humans hate you if you're smart and females hate you if you're "cute," and they all hate you if you're both--and they deny it through forced smiles and gritted teeth.
In about 2010, I moved into a group house of gamerz I met in Second Life BDSM city. My rent here is being naked all day, every day. After 11(?) years, it's still unendurably embarrassing.
In a pre-agreed (via Skype) move-in ritual, I walked in without knocking. They were all in the living room and everybody was silent the whole time. A half-filled kitchen trash can was there.
One item at a time, I took off my clothes, sliced them with a box cutter, and threw them in the garbage--my jeans, shirt, jeans jacket, underwear, socks, and even shoes.
I brought no other clothes, or anything else but my computer. Now I had no choice but to be naked all the time and I couldn't leave (unless I left naked with no money or possessions).
Cutting my driver's license in half and trashing it with my clothes was very hard. and I almost cried, because it meant the end of my former life. Now I am nothing but warm meat, with no name, address, or identity.
I stood in front of five strangers for maybe a minute, completely bare with my hairy vulva on prominant display. My whole body blushed dark red. I stared at my bare feet with my arms at my side until D pointed to the carpet. I lay down on my back, stared at the ceiling with no expression, and made absolutely no sound. This is how I must always be f---ed now.
It's all I need and more than I deserve.
Anyway, that was boring. Sorry, I forgot that sex is the only reason anyone pretends to like me. I know that now, so I'm not disappointed like before I wised up.
I dread being displayed naked at what have become every-saturday parties. My whole body blushes and I can barely walk. Everyody thinks that's funny except me. After the first few months, everybody had seen me and didn't care, so I don't have to be displayed anymore (I am intermittently).
The first time I was offered to their friends, they made me masturbate to orgasm in front of strangers to humiliate me. I was so appalled that after lying on the coffee table, I literally couldn't move.
I separated my knees about two inches. I tried to spread them more. Then D grabbed my knees and suddenly forced them wide apart so they touched the table, and I thought I was going to faint from embarrassment.
There's a basket of rubbers (for strangers) and a drawer full of lube next to my bed. Pix: https://www.dropbox.com/s/qrajvetqdxka923/Next%20to%20my%20bed.jpeg?dl=1
After years of this, I'm actually used to being chained to my bed all weekend, alone in the dark, unable to see, move or speak. It's a time when I can think about hypergeometry without being distracted.
Usually, I hear someone walk in and pants being pulled down. I am roughly fingered and my breasts are hurt while the guy gets his dick hard. I stare at the ceiling in silence. Then I am mounted and mated, and I never know who it is.
I don't WANT to know. I am just a female human body with no name who's only purpose is to give them intense pleasure and be a receptacle for the sperm they pump in me.
God, that is SO romantic!
Sadly, though, it never lasts. Guests leave, and I always wake up chained to my bed, filled up, leaking, and alone.
Why do I deserve such contempt? I have no idea! YOU tell ME--you're the one who knows. Everybody in the world knows except me.
My 3 books are intense. I hope you spurt on your monitor and can't wipe it off. Don't forget to put mom's aptly-named hand lotion back in her bathroom or she'll catch you again. Hell, I hope she caught you this time. It'd serve you right for wanting sex.
Now go away before I call the police.
LKT 9/22/21
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Books
Smashwords book reviews by Paige Turner
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The Sitter
on Nov. 14, 2014
There is a serious flaw with this book: IT'S TOO SHORT! This story is sexy as hell, and extremely well-written. I was rubbin' the nubbin at the second page! And no, I'm not Tina reviewing my own book. I write this kind of thing too, including a nonfiction book (at smashwords) about what I let men do to me all weekend when I wanted to see what it was like being a nonsensical sex slave like the girls in the true crime books. In fact, I met Tina because she gave MY book a glowing review! Good work, Tina, and I'm going to buy Rented and Selfie now! (The ones about Arabs aren't my cup 'o tea, though.) ...and I'm serious about this story being too short. I wanted to cum again! ♥, -faye kane ♀ girl brain sexiest astrophysicist you'll ever see naked