The Real Me

To most I am a typical successful family man whose life in rooted in morals and being a model citizen. If most people knew the real me they'd be appalled. I was an outcast growing up, and had little success with women until I joined the military and was station on the Mexican border, and then in the south Pacific. I became nothing short of a sex addict. My favorite thing to do in the weeks before shipping out was hooking up with women, giving them a fake name and story, and creampieing them, preferably without their permission to do so. The panic that some of them would show when they realized I just shot my load as deep in them as possible made my day. Then I'd disappear. Didn't matter if I met them at the club, in a "massage" parlor, or on the street. I wanted to ruin them and never see them again. When I got out of the military though I had to step back into the boring hell of being a family man. Shit, now days in my "American dream life" I can't even sneak away to get some strange to use and forget about.

So dreams and wishes, well today some coworkers were talking about a post apocalyptic movie and doing the whole, "I would've done it this way" routine. It became clear that most men dream of post apocalyptic times and imagine themselves as some sort of storied hero. Not me. Not even close. In my post apocalyptic dreams I'm the most vile, sexually depraved villain possible. I'd kill the men, steal the women, make them sex slaves for my pleasure and profit, and be in my own personal heaven.