You can touch me anywhere you want, so long as itās there.

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You can touch me anywhere you want, so long as itās there.
"What if I get sober and I'm the same awful person I've always been, just sober."
As I'm slow and my brain is rotting, I long for the warm embrace of the psych ward. I had purpose in there, and I could go crazy and get wrestled to the ground and stabbed with a lorazepam injection. People cared, although I know they were paid to. When I caved my head in on the wall they wiped away the blood and shot me up with morphine. How loving. Drugs are a way that show people care. They didn't want me to feel the pain I inflicted on myself. Sad that that morphine kicked off a whole struggle with opiates, and my life was blank for a few months, lost in the haze. Sometimes when I couldn't get oxy I would use codeine from the store. 20 tablets of codeine and paracetamol mixed with 32 tablets of codeine and ibuprofen. Gave me a rough high and always ended in a lot of vomiting. Realised the error of my ways when I almost died of an overdose. Found Jesus. Managed to stop my addiction ending in the rattle from hell. In bed for a week feeling like death and watching arcane to distract me from my life falling apart. Came outside other side a better woman. Or so I thought. Now the pregabalin tempts me every time. Just take a sheet or two, you'll be fine. She was not fine. And that's basically where I am now. Falling again. There is no hope for me. And soon I won't be here at all.
The warmth of oblivion embraces me. I'm slow, stupid, twitchy, but I feel right. Life doesn't seem so scary anymore. I can do the things I want to do, so long as I want to do it off balance and half asleep. These drugs were meant to help me, but instead I abuse them the minute they're in my hand. I can already feel the fear for not knowing when I'm next going to get them. My psychiatrist is my dealer, funny isn't it? I'd gotten over the opiates, at least I thought so. But the warm embrace of this stuff drives me straight back to the waiting arms of the drugs I know will take care of me. Life in shambles, but with the appearance of functioning. Everyone tells me I'm so much better now, but they don't know the truth.
How'd you get the scars?
Itās mostly self harm, but some of it is from blood play and rough stuff š I really like having cigarettes put out on me too.
Iāve been so horny recently. It an itch all my dildos and toys canāt seem to scratch. And as good as it feels to take a plastic donkey dick in the ass, I want a real man to show me how itās done. I want him to take me tenderly and lovingly in his arms, to ram his cock up my ass and to rail me until I canāt remember my own name. I want him to smack me across the face until I taste blood, to choke me until I go purple and pass out, and to fuck my throat so violently that mascara and tears run down my cheeks. I want to be spanked until my butt is bruised, flogged and beaten till Iām a weeping puddle on the floor. I want him to shove objects in me that shouldnāt fit, he can gape my hole and spit in it, just ruin me for anyone with a normal-sized cock. I want him to degrade me, piss on me, kick me when Iām down, insult me, berate me, fuck my ass and then my mouth. I want to be violated, I want to cry, I want to be in PAIN. And when heās done, I want him to sit on the balcony and smoke and put his cigarettes out on my nipples. I want him to tell me how good I did, how proud he is, and how he only treats me like that ācos Iām his little gutter whore and I deserve it. I would cry and cling to him as if he was the only shelter in a storm. And I would worship the ground he walks on, revere how he blackens my eyes, pray at the temple between his thighs. I would sit at his feet like a dog, naked and collared, and stare up at him with longing from watery eyes. Please, I want this so bad.
Cute underwear shot!
Smiley blissed out girl.
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Iām just gonna come right out and say it; I am desperate for cock, I just want someone to push me against the wall and fuck me up the ass, HARD. I want to be taken mercilessly and forcefully, with no regard for my comfort or enjoyment. I am not wearing panties in this photo because I ready to go right now. I am just gagging to have my insides rearranged by a thick, meaty dick and I want to be left breathless, sore and covered in semen. Thank you š
I wonder where that pump is going š¤ ?
I donāt feel very welcome in this world.
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Someone called me a āCentaur Girlā today and I have no idea what it means but I like it.
Tease me on anon please.
Christ, I need to go the gym, like, yesterday. I swear these were baggy last week.