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the juices are flowing from every orifice and pooling under my arse, my body is tensing and I can't stop nor control myself as my eyes flicker wilding and my panting goes in reverse. My mouth gaps open and then my teeth clench together as my energy and my high spontaneous come to an eruption and I can literally hear the demons in the room applauding as my body sinks deeper into the mattress i'm now staining.



the blood god lurking over me smiles in a sinister way, having had learned to control his own sexual deviance eons ago he allows me a quick rest before pulling out his massive cock and all I hear is the vaccuum like pop as he exits and even more liquid comes gushing out... the mess I made was absolutely terrible. with a snap of his heavy fingers I am commanded to clean it and as i struggle on shaking arms to twist over and lick it up I am shoved into it as I am then penetrated from behind. nothing is sacred to him anymore...

My life was perfect, I moved away from the drama and it cost me everything... but I paid the price. My marriage, my comrades, my home and all my materialistic belongings.... even my heart as I passed the county lines. I can't tell you how hard it was to contain my tears as I listened to passengers chit chat, and here I was abandoned.



My new life caught me quickly, I got a new job and plenty of support, made new alliances and even a new love but karma is a dirty girl and just as soon as I was comfortable it came attacking me with a vengeance of a woman scorned. I don't know who I am anymore, I question it daily... what I want and believe in (but I'm pretty sure at some level everyone does that) but I guess my problem is I look at the scars I have in the mirror, the fresh ones I have been making lately and think... why? why did I do that? I thought I had given up the mutation years ago. Guess some things never truly die.



I need someone to vent too, someone to cry too... someone to tell me I'm beautiful even when I'm lashing out and boy do I strike with the fangs of a lion, my words will burn your subconsciousness mind even when you're dreaming. I'm notorious for hurting those I love the most, but the ones who accept it I respect and love more. It's my self destructive nature... I can't control it. If anyone has any tips please let me know... I've done therapy, I've done alternative therapies... but in the end I still have this ball of anger and hatred that I can't release... I am a sadomasochist at my core but... but but but.... I can't stop myself from being only a thread away from a killer.

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LordFangor
14:23 Sep 04 2014

Perhaps you need a cat ?

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