#needed to unload

[service4cops]

There's always a sense of "let's get this over with as I need to dump my load in your mouth" about photo day, but it's not always as palpable as it was with this stud.

Once I got done shooting, it was his turn and he wasted not time taking the opportunity to selfishly use a warm, willing mouth, to unapologetically release his dick dew into, without warning, just holding my head down and demanding I "swallow it", as he spurted his sack spew, balls deep, making me take it down.

[service4marriedmen]

When he tells you he needs you to help him unload but his truck is empty.

Fortunately, his balls were full and that's what he needed help with.

Just as well as I'm really not very good at carrying things.

[itsthwippingtime]

and following the glorious saga of what i was posting about at 5 am

it’s been six years y’all. six fucking years of my parents going to court dates after court dates with my sister. of him not showing up, of him checking himself into mental hospitals just to get out of court dates, of a useless restraining order and slaps on the wrist and threats on her life that can’t be taken seriously because technically he hasn’t done anything illegal. of enabling mothers and dads and stepmoms ignoring the problem “maybe he’ll grow out of it”. of facebook messages and comments, of harassing people we’re friends with on facebook solely because we’re friends with them on facebook. of losing faith in a judicial system i once so childishly and foolishly believed in. of looking for his car anytime we go downtown because he knows where we live or at least has a general idea and God knows he’s so mentally fucked up he could do anything if he sees us in public. of forgetting about him, thinking maybe he’s done, but he gets a new account that we haven’t blocked and it starts all over again. of him breaking court mandated restrictions that he can’t contact us for a certain amount of time and my parents saying that they’re not gonna follow up because “what’s the point. nothing’s gonna happen anyways.” of feeling like i can’t be this affected by it because he’s not my stalker but God sometimes i wish he was cause i would not stop fighting until he gets the help he needs or stops harassing my family and friends. six fucking years of this bullshit.

[jihyo-x]

sorry i had to shove this stupid rant somewhere to get it out of my head

i dont know what to do with myself anymore. i see little reason to keep going anymore. i just dont enjoy anything anymore, nothing makes me happy. im tired and ugly and just wish i could die lol. im sick of being mentally ill its like im incapable of feeling okay

my anxiety has been bad. i just feel like everything is going to go wrong and i just want to shut myself away to avoid it. i dont want to go outside i dont want to see people because im so scared i will fuck up and upset someone. im despicable 

ontop of that my dysphoria has been so bad lately i cant stand to look at my reflection or anything it makes me feel sick thinking about my body. every waking moment for me is just feeling uncomfortable and sick and i cant take it anymore

im not going to do anything stupid but im just sick of it all it makes my head ache constantly behind the eyes lol

someone cure my mental illness and change me into a different person who isn’t an ugly piece of shit maybe before i hurt myself fuck my pick n mix of mental illness

[service4cops]

Someone’s in a surprisingly good mood, considering he’s got a full sack and only half an hour to empty it. I guess he knew what was coming, he was, in my mouth, repeatedly, until he’d emptied is balls and made me swallow the lot, as it turned out. 

[service4cops]

Officer: “I thought you were gonna gimme a fucking hand to unload?"

Me: “How about two hands, a mouth, and a tongue?”

Well that went down well and so did his load! 

[service4cops]

I promised I’d help them unload. This may take a while . . .