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Imagine marrying someone else and sentencing your wedding to massacre. Seeing my coated mask staring through hills of corpses, watching as you spiral into panic. So desperate to escape, yet too scared to run. So scared, that you don’t mind it being my arms that wrap around you. Our shapes lower to the crimson stained floor— your mouth pried open with mind-bending hysteria. And I, holding your delicate little head to my chest, provides the only seeable comfort— a comfort you are more than accepting of. You’ll come with me now, won’t you? No family or friends to run home to. No one to confide in.

You can spend the rest of your life in this cathedral, angel— I’ll kill your God too.

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Girl who is so afraid of you and what you might do that she won’t touch a single part of her body unless you say she can

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someone please just come put your hand around my throat from behind and gently slide a knife under my jaw and order me to beg you to use me like the desperate set of holes that I am and let me feel your hot breath on my neck and hear your groans in my ear as you tell me this is all I’m good for as your hand moves towards my pussy while I shake in fear and try to stay calm and figure out a way to get out of this as my heart is pounding and I can still feel your breath on my neck as you touch my cunt and I squeeze my legs together to try to evade you but I can’t because you’re too strong and you force your feet between mine and spread my legs and I start to get desperate and say please please don’t do this to me but all it does is make your cock harder and your laugh deeper and now I can feel you smile against my ear as you whisper to me that if my holes make you happy enough you’ll let me live. with a cherry on top.

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him fingering me... until his own hand is glistening with my slick juices... and he uses that hand to jerk his leaking throbbing cock...

need. need. need. needddddddddd.

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I’ve dabbled with the stalker/victim dynamic in the past.

I have tasted the sweet fruit of someone slowly piecing together the puzzle, the intoxicating fear as my personal information is casually revealed in conversation. Sometimes it’s so informal it takes me a minute to realize that no, I did not tellthe stranger on the other side of the screen how many siblings I have, the color of my hair, or the street I live on. I crave that cool chill that runs down my spine when I’m utterly oblivious to the chinks in my digital armor that allow my stalkers to penetrate themselves deeper into my life.

Over the years, a handful of people have gotten enough information to come take and ruin me like I crave, but the ruining never comes. Every time I dabble a small voice in the back of my mind wonders “is this one to fucked up enough to actually follow through?” They never are. And that’s mostly fine; the threats satiate me enough and, to be honest, I’m not convinced it’s a reality I truly want. Reminding myself of the practicalities of being kept and abused by some sadistic psychopath usually outweighs the puddle in my panties.

But I can’t help the feeling that one day my recklessness is going to get the bestof me and I’m going to succumb to something more dangerous. It scares me, how willing I sometimes feel to give up this whole life I’ve built. I think part of me knows deep down that I won’t let it go willingly; it needs to be taken. Do I feel that way because I want it to be taken, or does the necessity of someone else deciding for me prove that I don’t want it to happen?

Basically I’m wondering, exactly how fucked up am I on a scale of 1 to 10?

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You are so hot but if I can't display you as my trophy in front of my friends what is point? Slide your panties on knees and show them how lucky I am who own the world most amazing delicious juicy pussy. Put your finger in and show them how tight you are. Let show them how lucky I am to have you, sweetheart.

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It was easy to pick my unconscious body up out of the car and toss me on the ground; your friend was there to help remove all my clothes until I was a naked, brainless heap in the warm grass. It was even easier for you two to pull my legs apart and take turns sliding your stiff cocks in me while my body shifted lifelessly with each thrust.

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🥰

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Are you the profile pick

No, this is Patrick.

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^real time footage of me on any given night

slutty girls when they have no one to act slutty for

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me: how did you know that?!?

also me: *goes and starts a blog about being a desperate piece of meat*

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Sleep deprivation makes me more compliant anyways 💖

It doesn't matter if I'm sleepy because you used me all night, use me in the morning, wake me up with your head between my thighs

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he can’t help it if it was an accident

“accidental” anal. i'm laying on my stomach and you're over me, pinning me down with your weight. your cock is pounding into my willing, wet pussy hole when it slips. there is no prep, just brute force, your hard cock, still wet from my other hole, pressing against the tight muscle, pain, then it gives in and you sink your length into my ass. you've planned this all along. you love the way my thightest hole grips your cock. how i tense and scream underneath you and you just hold me down and make me take it. you whisper your apologies into my ear as you force your cock in again and again. it just feels so good for you. you can't stop. it was just an accident, but i'm doing so well taking it. fuck, you're going to cum. you fuck me harder. accidentally.

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Little ‘ol mE

28, woman, submissive/prey

I need to make the distinction between being submissive and being prey because they feel like separate head spaces to me. While there is occasional overlap, my hunger to be preyed upon feels distinctly separate from my desire to willingly submit. It’s the piece of me that wants to fight and fail and endure and ache.

That feeling is the genesis of this blog-space. I hope to create a home for the darker parts of myself that are too often left unidulged. With any luck, this space will become a sounding board for my musings, desires, cravings, introspections, and more.

Vanilla me likes being cozy, good food, hiking, working out, reading, picking flowers, all types of gaming, movies, etc. I’m the girl next door, just with a few secrets.

I welcome all engagement from those who are 18+.

Anyone want to try to get under my skin?