#jealouscuck

[twistedcuckquean]

I don’t just want to be replaced.

I want to **earn** it.

I want to be the reason he leaves.

I want him to look at me and see every flaw I already hate: the saggy tits, the stretch marks, the loose, sloppy cunt that can’t keep him hard, the desperate clingy messages, the way I cry when he goes silent, the way I rub myself raw to the thought of him fucking someone better.

I want him to say it to my face:

“You’re too disgusting to stay hard for.

Your pussy feels like nothing.

I have to think of her just to finish.

You’re not worth breeding.

You’re not worth keeping.

You’re just the sad, broken thing I settled for until I found someone who actually deserves me.”

I want to thank him while he says it.

I want to thank him while he packs his things.

I want to thank him while he kisses her goodbye on our couch.

I want to thank him while I watch him fuck her in our bed, watch him cum in her, watch him tell her she’s going to be the mother of his children.

I want to thank her for taking what I never deserved.

I punish myself every day for not being enough.

I freeze my cunt with mint lube until it burns so I can feel what I deserve.

I slap my clit until it stings so I can feel the pain I’ve earned.

I edge for hours without cumming because I don’t deserve release.

I whisper “thank you for leaving me” while I rub because I know it’s coming.

I cum to the thought of being left, being replaced, being erased — and then I hate myself for cumming at all.

I hate that my body still betrays me with pleasure when all I should feel is shame.

I want him to breed her.

I want her belly to grow while mine stays flat and useless.

I want to be the dried-up ex who still begs to suck him off when he comes home from her, who still touches herself to the memory of him choosing her, loving her, building a life with her while I rot alone.

I want him to leave me so completely that I have nothing left but the shame.

I want to be the cautionary tale he tells his new wife:

“She was so pathetic she came to the thought of me leaving her.

She thanked me for it.

She thanked you for taking me.”

I hate myself for wanting this.

I hate that I’m wet right now typing it.

I hate that I’m going to cum to this post the second I hit publish.

I hate that I’ll thank the orgasm for hurting me.

But I will.

Because this is what I deserve.

This is what I’ve always deserved.

To be the leftover hole.

To be the sad, broken cuck who punishes herself for not being enough.

To be the girl who cums to her own destruction and thanks the women who destroy her.

If you’re reading this and you’re the kind of woman he’d choose — take him.

Fuck him.

Breed him.

Love him.

Make him forget I ever existed.

I’ll be here, rubbing my disgusting pussy, thanking you for putting me out of my misery.