Kay Sellington
New member
This is an odd thing to post, but please read it before you judge me.
I have a fetish for car crashes. Like the film "Crash" (1996) with James Spader and Oscar winner Holly Hunter (Best Actress, "The Piano" 1993) I can't seem to get enough of getting into car accidents, and seeing my body in blood and broken bones, and the feeling of impact when another car hits mine.
Any how, I was visiting my 88 year-old Grandmother in Kentucky, and I suddenly had an urge to get into a car wreck. I don't know why. I offered to drive her to dinner, on me. She agreed and got all dolled up. As we were pulling out of her driveway, I noticed a pickup truck speeding down the street. I figured this was my chance. I told Grandma "Say, can you look in that glove department for me?" As she opened it, I backed out quickly, and the pickup truck smashed into our car fast. Broken glass fell into the vehicle, and my Grandmother's head cracked through the windshield. Her limp body was soaked in her blood. The steering wheel gutted my stomach, and I half realized this could be fatal.
When I regained conciouness in the hospital, I was informed that my Grandmother had been killed in the accident. When the doctors left me alone, I masturbated- even though I had lost my Grandmother, the idea of tragedy intrigued me. My parents blame me for the accident, but do not know that I purposely crashed the car- they just think I was being too careless and killed my father's mom. This is not a made up story, I do need advice on whether I should tell my folks the truth.
I have a fetish for car crashes. Like the film "Crash" (1996) with James Spader and Oscar winner Holly Hunter (Best Actress, "The Piano" 1993) I can't seem to get enough of getting into car accidents, and seeing my body in blood and broken bones, and the feeling of impact when another car hits mine.
Any how, I was visiting my 88 year-old Grandmother in Kentucky, and I suddenly had an urge to get into a car wreck. I don't know why. I offered to drive her to dinner, on me. She agreed and got all dolled up. As we were pulling out of her driveway, I noticed a pickup truck speeding down the street. I figured this was my chance. I told Grandma "Say, can you look in that glove department for me?" As she opened it, I backed out quickly, and the pickup truck smashed into our car fast. Broken glass fell into the vehicle, and my Grandmother's head cracked through the windshield. Her limp body was soaked in her blood. The steering wheel gutted my stomach, and I half realized this could be fatal.
When I regained conciouness in the hospital, I was informed that my Grandmother had been killed in the accident. When the doctors left me alone, I masturbated- even though I had lost my Grandmother, the idea of tragedy intrigued me. My parents blame me for the accident, but do not know that I purposely crashed the car- they just think I was being too careless and killed my father's mom. This is not a made up story, I do need advice on whether I should tell my folks the truth.