When even other women hold you down and tell you that you’re a stupid cunt who has it coming, it’s time to consider that the universe may have a plan for you.
Category: Stories & Captions
A collection of stories, photo captions, and shoddy poetry
Turning away doesn’t make you more of a lady. It just makes you a shitty whore.
I wouldn’t treat an animal this way. So what does that make you?
This doesn’t happen to girls who matter.
You know, real girls who aren’t weird little bits of fluff, who respect themselves, who could never even imagine reaching orgasm while men choke them and spit in their faces. The sort of girls who can make their way in the world, and not just hide from it behind faux smiles and blank stares. Such girls will never know the fear, the pain, or the violation of moments like this.
But worry not, my love… I promise, you’ll never matter to me.
A gentleman will always be prepared to offer a crying woman his handkerchief.
A clever gentleman will make sure she always has something to cry about.
Where do you think you’re going? Don’t you know it’s dark outside? Where do you think you’re going? Don’t you care about my pride? Where do you think you’re going? I think you don’t know You got no way of knowing You got no place you can go — Mark Knopfler
The Greatest Generation liked to keep their domestic violence classy.
Bad Mutt
The wife tells me that you’ve been acting up while I’m away. Jesus, you are the most self-destructive, brainless bitch I’ve ever met! And don’t bother trying to tell me “your side”, idiot… the testimony of meat is inadmissible in any court.
The woman I married is a hard-working, intelligent, loving person, for whom I have nothing but respect, and I won’t see a dumb little whore like you so much as inconvenience her! I’m the one who brings pieces of garbage like you into our home, after all, and she shouldn’t be bothered with my collection of strays.
So for the next four weeks, this is your home. You’ll eat, sleep, bleed, and shit here, alone. Well, except for every now and then, when I can goad the wife into coming down here and beating her frustration into you. She’s got no sexual interest in you, so you can be sure she won’t be as careful with your cuntbits as I might. And believe me when I tell you, if you say so much as one word in complaint at any point, I will pack your shit and leave you naked and nasty at the nearest bus stop. This is serious.
Until I come back for you, I expect you to think about some things, and think hard. You are not like her. You are not her equal. You aren’t even her fucking species. You’re young, pretty, and you make my dick feel really good when I’m choking you, but everything else about you is useless to me. Your job is to take the parts of you that aren’t cunt —such as they are— and find a way to make them useful to her.
I swear, the bullshit I put up with from you whores…
Girls’ Love Stories Vol 1 148
Let’s be honest with each other, Trina: you’re a cuckquean. Admit it… your cheek isn’t the only part of you that’s wet right now. You’re just dying to give yourself a couple fingers worth of solace as you watch them get down to business.
Tell me, Trina…. what do you love most about spying on your boyfriend while he picks up groovy ’70s chicks in his abhorrent pants? I’ll bet it’s when he’s talking about you while he’s at it, using you as his standard for inadequacy. Isn’t that exciting? You’re such a disappointment that he can’t stop thinking about you!
It’s almost better than love; while love can fade, disdain is forever.
Most bitches squirm or thrash when you choke them… but when they’re lithe, they writhe. Even in the midst of an autonomic panic-spasm, they somehow make their own strangulations sensuous and mesmerizing. It’s magical.
Of course, skinny cunt bodies aren’t always up to the more percussive brutalities, so they’re not ideal. But when you just want to make art from the pain of a whore, they’re most exemplary canvases.