Make me grind against your bulge while I talk and see how long I go without losing my train of thought and becoming a brainless, needy thing for you.

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Make me grind against your bulge while I talk and see how long I go without losing my train of thought and becoming a brainless, needy thing for you.
People buried in shame cling to this idea that no matter what happens to them, no matter what they do or what's done to them, there's a version of themselves that remains pure and untouched and fundamentally who they were always supposed to be. Some version of themselves that they're letting down.
But you've already become someone new a hundred times over. You've taken on new forms at every stage of your life and abandoned old ones without even noticing. The person you were at eighteen is unrecognizable to you now. The person you were last year made choices you'd never make today. You're not a fixed point. You're a thing in motion. You've always been a thing in motion. There's no original self to corrupt because the self was never finished in the first place.
So if there's nothing pure to protect, what exactly are you holding onto? What's the shame for? Who told you the version of you that wants to get fucked stupid and beg for more is less legitimate than the version that sits quietly and behaves? They're both just forms you've taken. And one of them is having a much better time.
So go be a slut. Your soul will be fine.