I’m glad you found me, too.
My guess is that “what you are” is still a lesbian feminist. Doing or feeling something contrary to your character doesn’t instantly negate that character. Maybe you’re just a hypocrite, like most of humanity.
Personally, I think hypocritical girls are hot.
This undoubtedly speaks volumes about me, but I’ve never had intimate knowledge of a Polly Pureheart. Even as a kid, I attracted the quietly freaky chicks, the ones with the smiling faces that hid all kinds of squirmy secrets. The authentic Good Girls and I just never seemed to cross paths.… Read the rest “What’s more fun, taking advantage of a pre-broken girl, or finding someone who’s still perky and happy and well-balanced and fresh and breaking her?”
Someone who knows when she’s beaten.
No, you don’t. If you actually wanted any of that, you’d have messaged me directly.
All you really wanted was the tiny thrill of telling the truth about yourself to someone who accepts your truth, someone who isn’t going to judge you for being a sexual fuck-up.… Read the rest “The more I read the more I can’t think straight.. I want you to fuck me dumb and use me and hurt me and humiliate me”
mindless-little-pet-deactivated:
Your* you* I don’t understand why it is so hard to spell words out.
I’m a little unclear on the purpose of the capital D in dick, as well. Does he also kiss with his Lips, slap with his Hand, and fart with his Ass?… Read the rest “You need to serve my asshole and my huge Dick with ur filthy mouth, u whore”
Good… the world needs more girl-monsters.
You’re probably the first person to ever cite my writing as a calming influence in her life; I like it.
I mean, sure it’s fun, being the guy who frustrates and hurts you while you rub your clit in desperation, but I don’t mind simply being the sexual Xanax that helps you find your happy place.… Read the rest “Your blog is extremely comforting and calming. It makes my panties wet and makes my mind go blank. You’re an amazing man, Sir.”
I’ve got a surprising (to me) number of lesbian followers at this point, and I find them enchanting. All that confusion and shame stirring up their cunts, overwhelming what is no doubt a hard-won sexual identity… it’s delicious.
Just think about what they’re really doing, as they fervently hump their rubber cocks and choke themselves in the dark, dreaming about a hurtful man invading their digestive tracts from one end or the other.… Read the rest “I’m a lesbian.. I always have been. But since I’ve started following all I can think about is your hand around my throat while I’m bent over a coffee table, you whispering obscenities in my ear, and shoving your thick shaft into my dripping cunt.. God what’s wrong with me? I’ve never had these fantasies before… But I want you. I want you so badly I am throbbing with need…”
Sure… it’s as important as any other act of kindness or responsibility in a relationship.
Poor widdle girl wif her sad widdle face. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before following strange men home at night.
Eh, who are we kidding? You’d rather live with regret than one more empty night alone. Even if he’s hurting you, at least that means he knows you’re alive, right?
