Uncle Knapsack

There is an old Haitian folktale that talks about Uncle Knapsack, the Tonton Macoute, who stuff bad little children, or in my case, bad little girls in his sack and takes them away. There are real live Uncle Knapsack's out there of course, and I am always in a sort dread of them, and yet drawn to the fantasy, and occasionally the reality of them as well.

Because of my nature and my experience, I am little more advanced in this stuff than most. I am fairly ambivalent to the idea that most victims are actually really victims, ergo in the famous case known as the Kobe Bryant incident, as I've mentioned here before, I stand four-square with the side who supports Mr. Bryant. I supposed that I'm a little jaded that way, a little more understanding of manhood than most, but that's the way I see it.

I'll go so far as to say that I suspect that most so-called sex offenders are not hard core criminals at all, and I'm not speaking about any of the truly hard-core criminals here, but men who just failed to read the stop sign when it was thrown up and wound up paying an unwarranted price.

Most porn seems to follow this theme, even if it's an unspoken one, since, who dares to say it? And, let's face it, most men enjoy porn. They secretly enjoying it in silence, of course, since the poor souls are forced by societal norms to deny it and renounce it to their female friends.

I myself can't imagine doing it with a man who doesn't enjoy his porn! Rather, I hope before we ever get started, that he's quite the connoisseur of it.

Uncle Knapsack is the darker angel of male sexuality, the hidden side, the pornographic side of his sexual mind. Usually in life he's relegated to play out his craving in dark fantasy and vicariously through pornography-stimulated mental passion plays, sometimes just watching it in privacy. Sometimes he comes out to play in real life. Uncle Knapsack is a filthy fellow. He is not necessarily an absconder, though he very well might be.

I've met Uncle Knapsack in hundreds of dreary little hotel rooms. I've experienced his value-added ways at doing sex. Uncle Knapsack is a nasty fellow, too. He understands a bad girl like me. He's a real user, a true-blue degrader of bad girls like me.

I can pick up Uncle Knapsack's vibe from the get go. Maybe he doesn't like anything particularly special about his sex, except that the element of degradation for the female is central to it. Maybe he likes to take it to a level so I know he's done me really nasty. Most often the message comes simply enough. He'll unceremoniously flips me on my stomach, face down and shoves a dick up my asshole. Uncle Knapsack almost never asks permission to do this, he just takes the guts!

Sometimes he'll take it down to some level I was never expecting. Take for example one of my recent encounters. This iteration of Uncle Knapsack turned out to be something of an amateur gynecologist. His technique included a bit of stretching and pulling, so as to be able to see my pussy hole pulled opened and gaping. Then, in went the fingers. Two, then three, then four, finally a thumb as well; he pushed down and with a kind of nasty little snap, his whole fist drilled deep into my pussy hole, all the way to the cervix. It was a full-fledged fisting too, a punch fuck really that he gave me, and he made me thank him for the "free" five finger cunt-hole exam to boot.

Dirty little secret here is that I got that nasty, explosive, slutty cum feeling from the whole event, from the feeling of Uncle Knapsack's wrist-bones grinding away at clit-level, while he worked his nasty fisting. I guess that says plenty about me, right there!

Oh, that Uncle Knapsack!