Category: Stories & Captions

Making them cry is simply foreplay. It’s seeing them crawl back for more that feels good.

Better than good, really. It feels like being Jesus, or at least L. Ron Hubbard.

I’ll stop hitting you when you stop liking it.

Pride shines brightest on the faces of those with the least of it.

It’s not that your ass feels better than your pussy; I just don’t want to risk knocking you up.

The world doesn’t need any more of you.

You can scrub off the shit, but the stains won’t disappear so easily.

I’m not even sure you’re fit for purpose.

“Don’t take candy from strangers.”

“Don’t wear that skirt, it makes you look like a slut.”

“Don’t leave the party without your friends.”

“Don’t play with that, plastic bags aren’t toys.”

It’s like mom was right about everything.

Go look in the mirror and tell me which you think is more likely.

There’s no better way for a man to express his true feelings than securely attaching you to whatever rusting garbage he could scrounge up from an abandoned lot, and then torturing your body with random crap he found in the back of his closet.

Always remember that dumpster-diving for bondage gear doesn’t mean he’s cheap; it means you are.

I don’t want you to feel loved when I run my hands over you.

I want you to feel inspected.