Questions & Answers | Bedtime Stories for Broken Girls

I stayed up all night looking at your blog and I realized just how much I can relate to it. I have only ever been with the man I married and have been happy and yet I look at all these photos of these women and the captions you include and I can’t help but think that is exactly what I want. You have a gift for words. I look forward for more.

I like the way you tell me you “have been happy,” as if you can already feel it slipping away. It must be quite something, to suddenly feel your feet trembling on a tightrope you didn’t realize you were walking.

Look down. I dare you.

Would you ever date a women as an equal and you both humiliate and use another girl together?

I don’t know about this “equal” business, but I can certainly enjoy a competent, self-actuated woman’s company, and I’ve found that there’s nothing more valuable in a man’s life than a well-chosen accomplice.

Your blog took me to a whole other level of confused. I want to thank you but then again I don’t.

Greatness is thankless in its time; they slew poor Socrates, who owed him the most.

browsing your blog makes me more wet than i can even describe. it makes me feel so ugly, like you wouldn’t even twitch if i begged you to fuck me. like you wouldn’t even touch me through your muddy boots. and something about this blog makes me Love that feeling.

You get me. You really get me.

This blog both offends me and turns me on but how

It’s my special blend of eleven herbs and spices.

Would you ever date a “normal” or stable girl or does that repulse you?

Ann Coulter is the only woman I can say repulses me, and I wouldn’t call her “stable”.

Mentioned to my husband I wanted to be drowned, I recently found your audio story quite a turn on. He asked why and I let him listen to it. He smacked me dead across the face and dragged me by my hair into the soon to be filled bath tub. Thank you.

I’m doing the Lord’s work.

Which is to say, mine.

just broke up with my boyfriend, needing to be fucked and taken care of, up for it?

Nah.

Last night I came thinking about a group of guys raping me and killing me. Do you think I’ve gone too far?

I don’t know; maybe you have. Killing is a complete waste of a piece of ass, and basically something you don’t deserve. You deserve to live through your shit and find your place in the world. You deserve the time to learn to be what life has made of you.

If “what life has made of you” turns out to be “a cheap cunt,” hey, at least you can be the best cheap cunt anyone has ever befouled!

How old are u

Old enough to feel that Prince is the only person who can get away with abbreviating three letter words.