After months of trying to contract HIV, I woke one day feeling very unwell, I was pretty sure it was the fuck flu, but after previous dissapointments,I did not get my hopes up. After 6 weeks I went again to get tested. Finally tested positive for HIV 1 antibodies. I was offered counselling, but declined, and then told to inform my GP to start treatment. I did not, I am not going to take meds, I now belong to the virus. I was so turned on, I went straight home and masterbated. I have not been on here very much. Initially I had mood swings, up and down, but never really doubted this is what I want. So far I feel fine, I did have a body rash during seroconversion, but that has gone now. I fuck the man who pozzed me now and then. He is from on here and lives in London. He is a very perverted and filthy man, very into sexual diseases and bug chasing, he too is HIV 1, but wants HIV 2. We both are very turned on by allowing our bodies to develop full blown aids. He is like me, no morals whatsoever when it comes to sex. My poz man visits me at home whenever he wants, we fuck in my marriage bed. As you can imagine my weak husband is devastated by all this, which delights me, I love it. He is to weak to do anything about it, I just ignore him now. My poz man has also taken me to meet an HIV+ drug addict street prostitute that he regularly fucks. She smokes meth and crack, and was encouraging me to try it, but I dont even smoke. We had had a threesome, he fucked us both, but I made him cum in me.. She injects as well, but said smoking Meth really gets you horny, so I may try it. He is keen for me to become like her. I am just enjoying being poz right now, but Fuck, what a buzz that would be, going from respectable married headmistress, to becoming an drug addict hiv poz whore.

A few men have wanted to fuck me knowing I am poz, one of them, a married man, clearly had regrets after. I won't give his real name, so will call him Jim, in South London. He sent me a number of emails telling me how horny my profile made him. He explained he was married, but did not have sex with his wife often as he had lost his libido. When they did fuck, it was usually at her urging, and only around once a month max. He said he badly wanted to fuck me, the risk turned him on, but he didn't really want HIV. There followed a tedious exchange of messages, him asking how high was the risk, what were chances his wife would get it if they only fucked infrequently, etc, etc. In the end, I told him frankly, to only contact me if he decided to do it, no more ping pong. And also that he would need to prove his identity and that he accepted the risks in writing.

He went quiet for a couple of weeks, then came back, saying yes, I want it, I can't stop thinking about barebacking your hiv pussy. We set a time and day. I told him where to come to meet me, and that then I would take him to my house. I didn't think he would show, but he did. He was a lot younger than me, in his late 40s, but a bit chubby. He didn't look excited, he looked nervous as fuck. I was getting a bad feel from him, so when home, in the bedroom, ( my wimp husband downstairs ) . I explained about my video camera, assuring him I would not show faces in any pics etc. Then made him sign a paper confirming he knew my risk status, and took a photo of him holding it. After doing that he got all flakey again, worrying about me filming and having the photo. He was a bag of nerves. I was losing patience, I don't have much at the best of times. I calmed him, undressed, undressed him, while kissing him. Sat on the bed holding his cock, and talking about how good my poz cunt would feel, what a massive cum he would have. He soon got rock hard. I lay back and he shoved it in, with my hand guiding it, telling him to fuck me, fuck my poz cunt, spunk me. He still looked terrified as we fucked though, I think it was a case of him not wanting to waste such lovely hard on, he clearly did not get like that often. Anyway, it didn't take long, he pumped away a few times, muttering, " oh fuck, oh my god, oh my god" and shot his load.

He got off quickly, asked where the bathroom was, and dashed there, I presume to wash his cock, too late for that my dear. He came back, face as white as a sheet, got dressed, and as he was leaving, I kissed him and said, you will go and fuck your wife for me now won't you ? He sort of nodded, mumbled something and went.

It was not a very good fuck really, but my pleasure will come if he is infected, and he does poz his wife too, that will really get me off. So, if you read this, I hope you have the decency to let me know if I have pozzed you or not.