Sure, I suppose it’s a little sad, feeling your cunt weep in shame. What of it?
If you relate that strongly to the stuff I write, then your life has probably been tough, and you’ve been through a lot. But if you just let your mind follow your body’s lead, you can pour all of the anguish in your little head into that empty space between your legs.… Read the rest “Is it sad that mostly everything in your posts relates to me and they still get me dripping wet anyway?”
You’re a ball with sunglasses stuck on, so in a way, you’re already a fucked up toy; there’s no way you’ll ever bounce predictably like that, but I still wouldn’t mind hitting you with a stick and sharing you with my friends.… Read the rest “I want to be your fucked up toy!!”
Good girl, working so hard to accept what you are.
You’ll probably spend more time crying as you come to terms with your internal reality, but the orgasms will just keep getting better. Realizing that you’re worthless isn’t easy, but has its rewards.… Read the rest “It made me cry, reading your posts and realising, I’m exactly the type of worthless little whore you’re describing in them. It also made me cum harder than I ever have by myself.”
You’re free to do both at the same time. I’m betting that telling yourself “he’s such a horrible man” over and over will make the orgasm that much better.
I don’t know what I enjoy more about this: the fact that I’ve ruined you, or that you preceded that revelation with “ohmheck”. I feel as if I’ve turned Jessica Simpson into a pervert.
And I’m okay with that.
Y’know, I started to write something snarky and/or flirty, and realized I need to put that on hold for a second.
I don’t say this often enough: it’s nice to be adored, even by a grayfaced little ‘fraidy-cat.
Some people wait a lifetime to be told something like that, and I’d do well to appreciate all of you lovely little freaks while I have you.… Read the rest “I adore you.”
The only thing I want to do to a suicidal girl is give her a hug and a reason to stick around.
P.S. Eat a dick, fuckwit.
Pretty sure you should come off anon and tell me all about it.
Sometimes I slip. Sad stories are sad, and it can be easy to get caught up in them.
But no one who identifies as one of my broken girls is coming to me for sympathy. In their own fucked-up little ways, they just want someone to see them as they see themselves, to acknowledge their reality and even embrace it.… Read the rest “Do you have any feelings of sympathy or pity for any “broken girl”?”
If you’re feeling guilty and yet continuing to play with yourself, then I have achieved my mission. I can think of no more refined pleasure than making a woman I’ve never met complicit in her own degradation.
