Yes you are my dear…
Am I the only one who assumed *he* was saying that?
❤️
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Everyone, this is butt. Butt, this is everyone. Y’all get to know one another…
It’s always embarrassing when you meet St. Peter without your pants.
And a little sad, when the first word you hear your great-grandfather say is “Whore.”
I told you, I’m just checking for ticks!
What a moment, frozen in time! He’s finally hit the spot.
Not the spot where she chokes, hurts, or feels shame… nah, he hit those spots a while ago, bulldozed them. He’s hit the spot where she can hear her mother’s voice, telling her again and again that this is all she will ever have.
I would loooove to make some stupid twat lose her religion; make her do things to defile herself in the sight of her God. To leave her unclean and forsaken, a broken soul buried within a warped mind, powering a bruised and cum-spattered body.… Read the rest “”
Well, young lady, I hope you’ve learned from this, and the next time you go hitchhiking…
Hah! I can’t keep it up. Like you’re ever going to hitchhike again… or do much of anything else, really, beyond soaking up cum. I hope no one will miss you… but again, what am I saying?… Read the rest “”
Hey there, sweetie! I just went for a walk, y’know, down by the overpass? And I bumped into all these nice, homeless men who wanted to meet you.
I fucking love her eyes when she goes back down for the second time. She doesn’t squeeze them shut or bug them out… she drapes her lids over her eyes like a security blanket, and the outer corners dip to accentuate her delectable shame.… Read the rest “”
First you’ll feel really scared, and then you’ll feel really good. And then, if I’m not really careful, you’ll feel nothing at all.
Let’s just hope I’m motivated to do my best…