Category: Stories & Captions

The scary thing about a roller-coaster isn’t the dizzying speed, the sudden turns, or even the steep drops. It’s knowing you’ve said “yes” to something you can’t stop.

Scream, cry, beg, pray… it doesn’t matter. No one will hear you, or care if they do. Hell, they’ll probably laugh. You made your choice; even if it feels as if every part of you is tearing itself away from every other part in an effort to escape, you’re there until the ride is over. You don’t get to ruin everyone else’s good time just because you’ve had enough, silly girl.

So when it’s finished, and they make you look at a photo of your face at the precise moment you truly feared you would die, just remember… you asked for it.

It’s so sweet when they can no longer feel the difference between love and hate.

Don’t take that to heart, dummies; never let anyone pressure you into thinking you can’t be cute just because you’re an idiot. I’ve known a number of sweet little simpletons, and they deserve to be slapped around and choke-fucked just as hard as girls who know how to do long division.

—CONTENT WARNING—

According to the panel of feminists I saw on Rachel Maddow, men are seldom held accountable for sexual assault in this country. I’m told the system’s legal limitations and institutional biases inhibit the reporting of offenses and the prosecution of offenders, which in turn reinforces a de facto culture of willful blindness to and disinterest in the plight of victims.

All of which suggests that the only thing protecting your perfect skin from the bite of the knife is my generosity of spirit and fundamental human empathy.

…

So, yeah… I guess you’re kinda fucked.

Isn’t it amazing to know there are girls out there who look at porn like this and don’t get wet? Imagine how good it must feel inside, to be above that, to be the kind of person –the kind of woman– whose eyes, rather than fill with lust, instead brim with compassion at the sight of another in pain.

I’ll bet it feels clean, to be certain you’d never stand by and watch it happen, or worse, bury your hand in your panties and sync your orgasm to the exact moment when her agony and shame reach a wailing crescendo. A girl like that, who would never betray her sex by encouraging those thugs to “rape the bitch harder”… well, she probably looks in the mirror every day and actually smiles at what she sees.

Just visualize it: not being a fuck-starved, selfish, and desperate piece of trash.

Assuming you can, of course. I know that’s asking a lot from you.

Where do you go when I fuck you?

Sometimes I want to follow you there and take it from you, colonize it as I have every other aspect of your existence. You should know that you don’t deserve a refuge I cannot despoil, a private hell I cannot infest; the arid steppes of your imagination are mine, by the right of the conqueror over the conquered.

But mostly, I really don’t mind that you’re absent. Your body is more beautiful when it isn’t animated by your awkwardness and insecurity, leaving it capable of actually pleasing a man. In fact, I’ve found that your least attractive feature is your self; watching it leave your eyes as I sink inside you is the best part of knowing you.

secretlaurie:

She has oral skills I cannot rival!  🙁

Skill isn’t everything. Remember, you can do anything she can do with a little determination and a man’s brutal disregard for your gag reflex.