1. Sex & Violence with Leanne


    Date: 12/5/2023, Categories: Diary, Author: Steweird 

    Sex & Violence With Leanne

Leanne showed up in my life at a time when I was so burnt out from work that I had apparently stopped thinking. She was a nice enough girl, though, once you got over the fact that she fucked anything that moved.

The pictures in my album marked as “Leanne” are of Vancouver Model "Amanda". I include them because her face and body remind me very much of Leanne’s, especially her breasts.

A Girl Who Ran with the Wolves

Leanne was this girl I dated for a couple months in Northern Alberta.

Her Dad had run off when she was 10 and her Mom was an alcoholic. She wasted some time with a guy who screwed her without birth control until she needed an abortion, the father dumping her as soon as she had gotten pregnant. Leanne never expected much from men and therefore suffered through a lot of relationships with assholes wiser girls would have easily avoided.

I naïvely assumed she was a nice kid because anyone who had been hurt in as many relationships as she had been couldn’t possibly want to hurt anyone herself. Like most of my assumptions, it was erroneous.

...Or Do You Want What’s

Behind Door #3?

Beats me how Leanne managed it but she sure had a knack for getting into bad relationships. Maybe that includes me.

She had nothing particularly good to say about the guys she had dated so I figured I had it made; me, Mr. Nice Guy, couldn’t help but look good to her after the collection of jerks she had been mixed up with so far in her ...
    ... life.

Has anyone else lamented the abundance of girls who can’t spot a good man when he is standing in front of them with a bouquet of roses in his hands, $100 dollar bills falling out of his pockets and a handsome, honest smile on his face? Leanne was the kind of girl who would not only find that fellow intensely boring but would end up dating the drug addict that stole his Porsche. “I can change him.” she would have assured everybody and she wouldn’t change him one bit.

“I think all guys are bastards.” she told me.

“Then you’ve been hanging out with the wrong kinda guys.” I tried to tell her.

That was the girl I got mixed up with.

Leanne’s First Dates

I found out later Leanne was ready to take me to bed the first night I took her out, like she did with all her other first dates.

I took her to a bar, instead.

Unbeknownst to me, the bartender that night was some immature twit who had already had his turn in Leanne’s bed. He didn’t take my dating her well and kept mixing up our drinks; plopping my pint of Molson Canadian down in front of the girl he had “done the boogie” with a few weeks previous while he served me her Caesar cocktail.

I just thought he was stupid, but Leanne told me later that he was deliberately putting too much Tabasco in her drink. “He knows I don’t want it real spicy.” she complained “He was being a bastard.”

Unusual Breasts

We screwed on our 3rd date. Leanne turned out to be a fun little bedroom bounce, probably due to all ...
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