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This site comprises documentation of my contact and interaction with Virginia State Police Special Agent (Anthony) Tony Gattuso -- up until the agency he's employed by forbid him to see me. Posts are in chronological order; newest additions are on the last page.

Porno Aficionado Gattuso

Okay. So. The cyber communications between me and my State Policeman, Tony Gattuso, a “Jr.” actually, had gone from the flirtatious to the softcore to the luridly graphic. Plus, by mid-July, if he and I weren’t sending emails back and forth, or speaking on our cells, we were blowing up our phones with moderately mundane, to exceptionally erotic, text messages. ‘Course since our real life encounters were hardly puritanical either -- though we hadn’t had sexual intercourse with each other yet -- logically such things would be spilling over to what we wrote and said to one another when we were not together.

Due to the almost uninterrupted interaction, it was astounding we managed to get anything else done at all!

A pair of notes:

1. As much as I veritably adored the wonderful officer, and believed he was into me to an above-average degree, I continued to remind myself not to forget that’s what he was: an officer. I’d formerly made mistakes trusting policemen and gotten burned bad; I couldn’t stand the thought of that happening to me again. It’s sad to admit but the more Tony insisted what a “Boy Scout” he was, the less faith I had in him. I kept meticulous records of all our contact -- albeit protectively hiding a lot of it in safe places in case he turned out to be honorable, which, with all my soul, I hoped he was. I definitely wasn’t about to let anybody with malicious volitions use my precautionary measures to hurt him.

2. Special Agent Gattuso and I began swapping adult pictures and videos found on the ‘net, or URLs to likewise, in order to kind of test our waters. I wanted to know what he enjoyed and also determine how close to the mark I could get about the sort of man he was. It was a magnificent learning experience, in addition to being really fun. Over the course of our association we ended up exchanging hundreds and hundreds, if not thousands, of images, a great deal of them very intense or hardcore -- depending on an individual’s moral perception, I suppose. I doubt I’ll be publishing every dirty one of them; however, to preserve the timeline of our relationship, entries following this post may include explicit photographs, or links, depicting nudity and porn.