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I guess I get it. Everyone gets turned on by different or slightly different things but nothing disappoints me more than something that could have been a great turn on but isn't. I don't get (but should!) WHY anyone would go for pics or simulations of beheadings, throat slashes or stabs, breast stabs, back stabs, nipple stabs, and especially dick stabs.

Sorry to be so specific but almost all of those are a turn off to me.

I guess I can understand the inch above the navel and below the navel ...a bit but when it feels so good to get it RIGHT IN THE NAVEL, why waste time and effort doing those other things. Some of them like dick stabbing are just gross to me.

I also don't really enjoy seeing unfit guys getting it like big fat bellies. Just my specific fetish. When I see a great navel stab in a big fat belly in a cartoon or something, I feel like it could have been so much better if the guy was muscled or slim. 

Just my thing I guess. it feels sad when I see some of these things in our creations.

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         Ever since those Americans allowed gays into the military, it has become oh so easy to infiltrate their intelligence units.  You don't even have to pass their rigorous exams.  Their hot, young soldiers long for "friendly" accompaniment.  I merely showed up, befriended a handsome young lieutenant (newly graduated from some top-notch military school), and moved into an apartment with him.

          He never once suspected that I was a foreign operative.  He thought I was some guy from California.  I opened his eyes to new and exciting sexual experiences.  (The trainers in the KGB had taught me well.)  

          Little did he know I was stealing the intel briefings from his computer while he was in the shower.  It was especially easy once I figured out that he used my name as his password.  

          Well, unfortunately, one day, he caught me in his files.  It was quite unfortunate.  He was handsome and quite enjoyable in the bedroom.  However, I had a job to do.

          He stood there, shocked that I had hacked into his computer.  I merely gave him a sheepish grin and grabbed the knife from the counter.  Before he could react, I rammed it into his sweet abs.

          He backed up against the brick wall.  His eyes showed that he was hurt, both physically and emotionally.   Poor guy, I felt sorry for him.  He writhed a little, but made no noise, just the heaving of his chest with every breath.