It won’t be the last time, sweetheart. You’ve thought the unthinkable thoughts. You’ve allowed a few paragraphs of text to shred your scruples and fuck your mind. You’re entitled to your shame, to question your own decency; the more you do, the harder you’ll cum when you do it all again next time.… Read the rest “im really ashamed of myself at the moment, I just masturbated to a story about a girl being raped”
Tag: mindfuckery
That’s it, baby. Show Daddy how dead you are inside…
I love young women.
They make the sexiest mistakes.
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.
Turning away doesn’t make you more of a lady. It just makes you a shitty whore.
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.… Read the rest “”
Is it sad that mostly everything in your posts relates to me and they still get me dripping wet anyway?
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?”
Right now, precious… I need you to shut the fuck up! Your brave little resistance routine was cute, but now I’ve got the knife out, and the time for cute is done.
Let’s face it… you’re going to be reliving this moment for years to come.… Read the rest “”
I know treating her like this is awful and beyond the pale.
But in fairness, you haven’t had to sit through dinner with her parents.
Why do you feel it necessary to make such a big deal out of everything? Why the drama? Why is it that —no matter how much fun everyone else is having— all you want is for them to know how sad you are?… Read the rest “”