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Chapter XLII - Girl the Bad Guy Wanted (I do not own Past Thrilling Confessions. based on My Past Thrilling Confessions No. 7, Fox Publications, August 1949)

I won’t hide: I like ‘bad guys’. I love when a guy who is all ‘tough guns’ comes to me and give me all I want, the thrill of a relationship where something of danger comes to add an extra spice. There is nothing best to turn me on than a man who knows how to show how ‘bad’ he is

Nothing against the ‘nice guys’, but they can’t give me what I want. They can do for other girls, but all I search in a guy is how ‘unconventional’ he can be with his personality. The kind of man that can take me to places I never imagined I could do and the kind of man that can make my adrenaline rush with him.

Of course there is a limit: no dangerous criminals or whatever guys with toxic personality. Yes, I do like the bad guy trope but I don’t want to get involved with criminality or with a guy who might become a maniac. To me, this is all something about ‘roleplaying’, trying to making myself get my craving into my fantasies and so on and realize them with guys I deem that can be that ‘mean’.

I date several guys who could apply to that. Perhaps the first who comes to mine and who brought me to this world was Steve Gold. He was a high school colleague of mine that played the ‘bad boy’ role. When I saw him these jackets, sunglasses and his bad guy pose, I knew that’s exactly what I wanted.

When I began to talk and date Steve, most of the school frowned upon that as I was quite close to be ‘one of the popular ladies’ (not that I was but I wasn’t buggered by their clique) and I was dating one of the class’ pariahs. My friends advised me to stay away from him because he was trouble, but it was trouble that I was looking for.

Steve was my first guy and while my first time was quite ‘regular’, I loved to hang around with him and see his bad guy trick work with guys who wanted trouble with him. Not that he was strong or the kind, but he knew how to fight and keep anybody who posed as a ‘threat’ far away from him. If there was a man who I wanted, there I had him.

I dated him for nearly three years, but when we graduated, we split our paths and he moved to his uncle’s farm in Missouri. But her indirectly planted the seed in my mind and I found out the kind of man I wanted and who I should pursue for that. Then, I decided to make that one of my life missions.

Bradley Nicholls was another guy playing the ‘tough gang member’ akin to Steve. He wore the same kind of jacket, sunglasses and always had a cigarette with him. He was quite the ‘gang wannabe’ but I loved the way he portrayed himself as the bad dude to the others. Always found that funny and arousing.

Even if he wasn’t all that tough gang dude, he brought me some adrenaline I most desired in guys like him. He always took me to an alley corner where he unzipped his pants and I gave him blowjobs right on spot. Girl, that kind of thing gave me a rush of blood to my mind you might not know if you didn’t feel it. Sucking his dick and the fear of getting caught and going to jail for that was enough for me to take Brad was the guy of my kind.

Usually he had fistfights and sometime he came with bruises, which I had to clean and make sure they were good. But the best came afterwards, as he ate my pussy every time he fights. Can you believe this? He went down, got bruises, comes back and still has energy enough to eat pussy? That’s one of a kind!

As I grew up, I found that there was a better bad guy I could delight myself with: the one who had quite wealthy and liked to do stuff no other man did. After I dated a few ‘gang tough wannabes’, it was the proper time for to get guys who could give me what I wanted both through money and love.

The first on my list was Gary Page. He was a small time kind of crook who liked to use his hustling to support himself. He wasn’t much wealthy, but it was the kind of guy who knew to enjoy life at its best with not much money. Gary loved to take me to these seedy bars and places, where smell of cheap perfume, alcohol and tobacco inebriating the environment, all those people where I could see at their faces they might not be ‘goody good two shoes’.

I didn’t care, I loved it. When he brought me to these places, that turned me on and the dancing and the music got me in a trance, attracting me to do whatever I wanted. It was the place I wanted to be and with the person I wanted as well. It wouldn’t easy to know our sex life followed such path as well.

Plenty of times the bathrooms of those filthy places were covered by our fluids, as we’ve done a lot there. At one bar, we’ve found out a gloryhole there and he played the game, sticking his manmeat inside that hole so I could suck it. I never done that kind of shit, but found out it was wonderfully sexy. Even I knew to whom belonged that dick, imagining being from complete stranger made the whole thing better. I can’t count the many times cum was all over me when he finished.

As well I can remind the many times we did by the stalls, even to people seeing and taking a peek on us doing it. He knew how to hustle us from getting in trouble, thus we never got taken out from places or even bothered by police or anybody about it. It was so filthy, so dirty, so forbidden… when I think about it, it makes me cream.

But then Gary was too much and Rudy Cortez was the next one. Rudy was the archetype ‘latin gangster’, albeit he never played that role. Well, never as a gang member but he liked to use his skills to evade people who wanted him down and even scooping money from the fools he conned.
With him, I began to find something of luxury to cover my life, like a few collars and jewelry, even if not expensive one. We went to ballrooms, clubs and restaurants and I could see Rudy was the kind of guy who made an impact, pretty much wearing zoot suits and anything nearby and making himself noticed everywhere.,

With him, sex was simple, but wild. That because we decided to do it at the most ‘interesting places’ we could find. Like the day we went to some fancy restaurant and we decided to visit the bathrooms there. Then he asked me if I wanted to do something different. Well, I think getting thrown out from the joint after the guys caught us doing a 69 at the floor can explain pretty much about the wilderness.

But it wasn’t just that. I remind the time there was a shooting nearby while we were having our foreplay and he told me the noise outside made him turned on. Yes, the guy felt horny with bullets getting thrown here and there, and of course I had to oblige because it felt a strange yet interesting situation to test to where my fantasies could go. Of course, while the bullets went all over the place (and fortunately, none hit me or him), Rudy’s arousal went to the boiling point, and I only benefitted from such.

Doing that was nice and gave me orgasms I do not forget until this day, but you have to value his life and after the umpteenth shoot-out we were subject to, it was time to ditch Rudy to find somebody less ‘dangerous as nails’ guy. He served me well giving me good things and fucking me a lot, but there are days you do not want to wake up with the need to get your butt drilled while gangs and the police and doing WWII outside the window…

From Rudy, I want to bigger and bigger and better ‘targets’, usually less dangerous prone bad guys who liked to do the things down low, such as illegal casino owners, as Dan Fisher, whom I met while still dating Gary. Dan was 50-something, with quite baldness and receding hairline, overweight and a thick moustache. Even if way older than me, he was the one who delivered the most in material goods and taught me some tricks I will never forget.

He loved to do me after a night of not so honest work at the roulette table, just pulling my dress (I never, ever, wore panties for him), legs apart and climbed on it. For a man his age, Dan had plenty of energy with him and his dick was slightly bigger than the average. Having sex alongside the earnings of such not so legal job turned me on in a way I can’t explain, being different from all the others. Our sex was mostly the basic things, but it was sincere and perfect.

I told that Dan could give me stuff and so he gave me. From expensive clothing to cars, from trips to Europe to a yacht, think about everything a guy like him can give to a girl like me and voila, you’ve got it. He spent so much money on me, mostly from his casino ways, and that made me feel like a queen, like how he called me when we were together.

But Dan was no more after a few years when I grew tired of him. Now I am single but still trying to find a bad guy to love me and give me all the thrills. Are you into it?
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