Now, in fantasy I pretty much have no limits. Fantasy can't hurt you and I'd *never* engage in harmful, non-consenting sex. But I'll tell ya, for some reason I get off on the most extreme shit. Forced sex, torture, and esp. snuff. It gets me hard in a fucking instant and my site is based around these desires. Why am I this way? I'm not sure. I don't "hate" women, I wasn't abused, I wasn't molested, and grew up in a "normal", loving family. I'm polite, hardly raise my voice, and always say "please" and "thank you". But fuck, I am a freak on the inside. A fucking ANIMAL with no remorse and no morals who revels in the most extreme of depravity. A very interesting duality that I've made peace with.