Tag: thoughts

Everyone is right. 🙂 You should always be careful, particularly when you’re nineteen, because nineteen year old girls don’t often know all the ways a man can hurt them. Bear in mind that getting yourself in over your head is hot, right up until the moment that it isn’t.… Read the rest “i really want to talk to you off anon but how does a 19 year old girl know she can trust you? after all, everyone tells girls to be careful of forty year old men with sex blogs..”

You don’t understand, honey: I’m a sadist. I’m predisposed to give you the opposite of what you want. I’m far more likely to lock you naked in a pink, padded room with a bag of weed and a box of vibrators, and then peek in occasionally to tell you that you’re better than you think you are.… Read the rest “Hi I was abused when I was little, and now I’m suicidal and all I can say is that I’d love for you to fuck me really hard, kill me, and continue to fuck my lifeless body”

Answering back to front: no, I haven’t, and I’m not sure. I don’t have a problem with it as a perversion, but I’ve never been involved with someone who could handle it, so it hasn’t been an active part of my fantasy life.… Read the rest “i’m a thick girl with a major fat-shaming fetish. what do you think of the idea of shaming thick women? and have you done that?”

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!!”

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.

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.