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@ethicallyunwell
I know I let you kiss me softly underneath the shade of the cherry tree, but be honest, do you still think Iām a slut or did I fuck up the aesthetic? š„ŗ
No wonder Iām complicated, I have a degradation kink and a praise kink, both fighting for custody of my brain. š
I open my mouth and a spider crawls out of my throat.
I don't like spiders, but I like her. All black with hairy legs, she feels like swallowing a peach, her legs are gentle brushes over my tongue, what a lovely creature for someone to hold.
My spider knows the words people want to hear, old words, learned ages ago, already covered in her cobwebs, smelling of rotten flesh and dripping from my mouth like vomit. I hate these words, but I have to say them.
Once, you held me like a mother holds her child, brushed through my hair and made me believe that I - for the first time in my life - was loveable. I swallowed the peach and opened my mouth to release new, fresh words, cherrypicked for you, only you, to swallow and enjoy.
But you didn't.
You didn't.
And the spider crawled back into place.
Tightening my cunt around his cock as he wraps his hand around my throat.āØ
Slap your cock on my wet cunt and tease me while I whine and beg pathetically for you to fuck me.
"it hurts, it hurts, it hurts " š¤ "fucking cry for me then" ā”
āWhatās wrong, baby? You sound so fucking pathetic⦠what is it youāre aching for? To grind against my hand, or do you want your pretty cunt used, or maybe you just want to be fucked..ā
āUse your words babyā
how do you feel after your surgery, little kitty?
i love you, yes, Iām your little kitty, come over and very gently rub my ouchie belly until I feel better š„ŗšš¼šš¼
i can have a little unrealistic romantic fantasy. as a treat
i love when you finish your book and you have to sit and stare blankly at a wall after to process your emotions about it
surgery went well but having to restrain myself from having sex for four weeks is a whole different death sentence in itself š
and six weeks of no gym!! where will I farm my good girl praises now š
surgery went well but having to restrain myself from having sex for four weeks is a whole different death sentence in itself š
iāll finger fuck you under the table at a restaurant then lick my fingers when Iām done I donāt give a fuck
let me lick them for you šš¼šš¼
Donāt talk to me with your accent, Iāll cum
multiple times
Wow baby, that actually works on you? That's so pathetic I'm going to do it again.
step one: replace entire personality with open, festering wound
step two: contort absolutely all stimuli in my environment to relate to the my wound in some manner, ideally one which justifies random acts of unbridled aggression and vengeance
step three: marry a girl with generational wealth
if I come out of surgery and you guys havenāt left me the most heartfelt and dramatic messages about how your worries for me are eating through your bones because your lives would be meaningless without me in it, I will do my very best to get an infection, die and torment you as an immortal ghost.