The Wilson Hand Print

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I’m telling this story in the ‘Fun Stuff’ forum because to this day, all of my buddies are still laughing about it and even I do.

Over a decade ago, I watched the move Castaway and for anyone that has seen it, you probably all remember the scene when Tom Hanks cuts his hand and throws a Wilson volleyball in the cave he is in. Then he wakes up in the morning and sees the image that the blood from his hand created and he names the face imprint ‘Wilson’.

Circa 2010 at Sky-O’s Lair

I was banging a super-slut that had already had so many c~~~s, she couldn’t even remember and/or she intentionally forgot. However she was still an anal virgin. As things progressed, in the heat of the moment and without any lube, she wanted anal. I had already thrown her up against a wall while I was banging her so she stayed in that position and I went boldly where no man had been before. In search of a tighter orifice. Well you get the point. When it seemed like it was hurting her, I pulled out and asked if she was ok, and she grabbed the source of her pain and put it back in, then put her right hand back on the wall.

Little did I know at the time, but there was some tearing going on and she had blood on her hand. When I woke up in the morning, I looked up and the imprint she left on the wall was exactly like the Wilson image in Castaway. I didn’t say anything and she ignored it.

But in the months that followed and when I had buddies over that had heard of it, they would make an almost spiritual like pilgrimage to my headquarters to visit the ‘Wilson Print’.

I eventually sold that house and had to paint over that wall with Sherwin Williams Pro Mar 200 satin. But underneath that layer of paint still lay the evidence of a slut’s first anal experience.

Peace,

 

Sky-O

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o o o I got one!

in college I was a bartender at a popular campus bar.  think of the bar as a strip of fly paper, the booze as the sugar, and I the glue.  best college gig ever. period.

anyway, at closing time, if there was a girl or 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 at the bar together, i’d tell them to stay put while everyone else filed out the door.  they felt special, like they were getting a backstage pass or some s~~~.  so one night 5 goth chicks came in and lined up at the bar.  (this was in the 90’s, so you know.)  it had been awhile since I had some freaky bdsm s~~~ go down, so I told them to stay; that we’d go back to my place and get high.

turns out they are in a coven.  but their ‘religion’ only allowed 4 members, and the non-member was a sister of the leader.

so we are at my place, I roll a j and pass it around.  when it roached, I said “I’m going to bed, who’s coming with me?” yep, they all raced down the hall.  I really wasn’t expecting that.  I was so happy.  I cleaned up the living room a bit, and rounded the corner to my room.  yeah, you know it, they were already undressing each other and making out.  I flew onto the bed, arms outstretched, as if to melt into a heaven-cloud of titties and ass.  the non-member chick said she felt weird about being here with her sister, and asked to go sleep on the couch.  sure thing babe, catch ya later.  I mean hell, I still had 4 left, right? ok, now it gets weird.  these bitches were into blood play.  I was doggystyle with the redhead, when the leader reaches out with the sharpest blade I’ve ever seen, and slices the left ass cheek of the girl i’m banging.  I instantly recoiled, in fear.  said something like ‘what the f~~~?’  she smiled, told me not to worry, then licked the blood off of her ass.  she cut her own t~~~ and the others started suckling.  I went back to banging.  it got sticky. really grossly sticky.  creepy sticky.  but whatever, right?  these witches went nuts on each other.  it was gruesome, but hey, what a wild night.  we were all covered, I looked like f~~~ing christian bale.  we didn’t shower, just slept in a pile, all stuck to each other.  like I  said, crazy night.

the next morning my best bro came over with a 6-pack.  they had just left and I had already showered.  I said, hey wes, follow me.  haha I led him down the hall to my room.  there was blood all over the f~~~ing place. hand and ass prints on the walls, hair stuck in blood on the walls, sheets f~~~ing ruined.  he freaked the f~~~ out, said “o my god Jackson, what the f~~~ did you do?  what the f~~~ man? what did you do? o s~~~ o s~~~ o s~~~.”  I thought he was going to pass out.  it looked like I had f~~~ing slayed a bitch in there.  it was epic.  I talked him out of the panic attack by telling him the story.

so a few weeks later, it was time to move, and he was helping me.  we decided to leave the blood on the wall.  hahaha.  no hahaha.  I got a call from management saying they called the police and I need to come over right away.  I took him with me, and explained what happened.  they followed up, and I, luckily, didn’t go to prison.

we still laugh about it.  no one believes it when we tell it, but that will never stop me.

 

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