She was always a wild girl, into BDSM, and appreciated the hobby that I and so many of the guys on here share. On many occasion she entertained my fetish with a bit of safe knifeplay fantasy. However, things took a nasty turn about a week ago, when, after thirteen years she revealed that she enjoys the thought of filmed murder. Think "Snuff" film material. When I mentioned that this might be a bit psychopathic she immediately countered that I was far from normal in my tastes.
And that brings me to my main point. What I and many others who visit or participate on this site share is a FANTASY. All I've EVER done is look at pics, read and write stories, and listen to girls spin yarns wherein my manhood (or someone else's) is done away with, sometimes with said girl pressing a butter knife or something similar against my favorite body part.
This has depressed and disturbed me more than a little, so much so that I felt it might help to share this with the community. I'm a tad upset that I've invested so much time in someone who ENJOYS murder.