It's like I'm remembering something I read or something Iheard about that somebody I used to know did... but not something I wouldever have done or ev...er do. Sex for me is being penetrated by you, beingtaken by you. If I start getting turned on, or something makes me thinkof sex, then that's what I imagine. And if something makes me imagine youdoing that then I get turned on. We've done it that way so long and sooften, and no other way, that even trying to imagine myself in adifferent role just. I'd rub back and forth against it then stare at it over and over, reveling in my evil notions. It was my intention just to tease my vulva but my quivering thighs gave out on me and I went into a free fall down on the post. In a split second, it seared right up through my entire vagina and stopped only when my crotch slammed down hard on the seat! Afraid to even breathe, I sat motionless and waited for the pain to rush through me. After four heartbeats, no real pain ripped through me. My. I am sharing this experience when I was 24 years old. I belong to an upper-middle class family and had a very nice upbringing. I never drink or smoke and used to keep safe distance from girls.When I graduated from DU, I decided to pursue MBA and hence joined CL for CAT coaching at IIT branch. I had dropped a year just to prepare for CAT. I must mention here that I was extremely good looking from my school days and many girls liked me always till I graduated from College, but I was concentrating. " "What?" "What is it that you already know, Carol? Tell me that first."She spoke softly. "That you love me, Chahlie." He heard it. And somehow he managed to go on. "Yes. I do." What else did you need to tell me and ask me?" I need to be able to talk about it, Carol. I know there's nothing you can do but listen. But I can't pretend I don't feel the way I do. I tried for years, and that didn't work out so well, did it?" No." Quietly."I have to be able to tell you how I feel. I just have to. Can.