Chapter Two.

Hey, you bunch of pansies, it's Fornicator From The Asylum. I know you've been anxious to hear from me. I told you not to get your panties in a twist. Sometimes it takes awhile to get computer access around here. You gotta know who to fuck, and when they want it. Trust me-you try the wrong nurse on the wrong night and you find yourself in fucking solitary. Which is fine if you like sleeping in your own shit. Not that I'm judging you if scat is your cup of tea. Let she who is without sin, and all that jizz...

Holy Christ, people around here have been miserable. Is it like that out there in the real world, too? The wind is howling like a banshee outside my barred window and I have terrible dreams and winter threatens, my sweet lovelies, and that Winter, she's a cunt. But don't let her get you down. I'll keep you warm, if only for a little while...

We are alone in this dim cellar. The air is moist and somehow virile. Furry dark things linger in the shadows in malevolent anticipation. I can feel you looking at me in the dark. You move closer, out of the darkness and into the faint circle of light cast from the dirty bare lightbulb, and your eyes are narrowed and there is a vague smile on your face. I can't tell precisely what it means, that smile, but I know I'm gonna get it, and good. Plus, you are naked and your dick is hard, so I'm pretty confident about what is going to happen next.

You grin and slap me across the face and I feel the heat rise there. And as you grab me by the hair and shove my face against the wall, I feel the heat rise in other places, too. I feel the rough concrete of the basement wall against my skin as you force your other hand between my thighs, parting my legs, opening me up with your fingers, and then your dick slams its way home and you fuck me fuck me fuck me against the wall. You finish and abruptly withdraw, wiping the cum that drips off your dick onto my ass cheeks. And I am left slumped on the cold basement floor, sticky and raw and scraped and bleeding, and I grin.

Until next time, my darling fornicators...

Chapter One.

Well, hello there! It’s a real pleasure to make your acquaintance. Do you cum here often? I suppose that you do, you dirty motherfuckers. Sleaze is the name of the game, after all...  

Unfortunately, we’ll have to keep the pleasantries brief, as I only have a few minutes. There are many inmates and only one recreational computer here at the asylum, and this computer is one hot commodity for us sexual psychotics. Consider yourself lucky if you hear from me once a month. I've only been given access now because I let the night nurse fuck me in the ass. A girl does what she can...

And in case you are one of those people who needs to know to whom they are speaking, you may call me Fornicator From The Asylum. They let us use the computer, but they also monitor every goddamned thing we write. I’m not allowed to tell you my real name. Or the nature of my crimes. And it's not like I can use this opportunity to plan an escape or anything. But I might as well put it to some use. Hell, maybe I’ll even inspire some of you to go out into the world and fornicate instead of wasting your time sitting at home jacking off onto the keyboard. But I’ll take what I can get. Beggars can’t be choosers, and, anyway, I don’t mind being down on my knees.

 Now that we have the name thing out of the way, let me tell you a little about myself. I'm the blonde schoolgirl with the ponytails and the short skirt and the black thigh-high stockings. I'm the tattooed, raven-haired goth princess with nipple piercings and a fondness for pain. I'm the girl-next-door who gave you your first masturbatory fantasy. I'm the platinum porn star with DD tits and blowjob lips. I'm your best friend's older sister, passed out at a party, my lips and legs spread open on the rec room couch. I'm all of this and more and I can't wait to spend more time with you.

Time's up. For now...