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…

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…”

God your blog makes me sick to my stomach but so fucking wet. What’s wrong with me.

First, it’s unnecessary to address me as “God.” I’m fine with “Sir,” “Your Eminence,” or even “Inigo Montoya.” But let’s not get caught up in the intricacies of address… you had a question.

What’s wrong with you? I can only guess, but it seems to me that you don’t know much of yourself, what you are.… Read the rest “God your blog makes me sick to my stomach but so fucking wet. What’s wrong with me.”