It has been forever since I have had my need for bdsm, sex and comfort met. And it is fucking with me. To the point that it seems that it may actually be dead. Then I realize that it's not dead. The Dead Man is.
Need that week of fucking to death that leaves you sore, throbbing, hurting and needing a lot more. Where I make enough porn to deal with not getting any until the next damn time. When I fuck your mouth, pussy and ass so I can leave my mark.
My rope play has fucking super suffered. I haven't had anyone to tie up and torture to death in years now. And it really, really fucking pisses me off. I am supposed to be working to perfect my skill. At this rate I am sure I have regressed a whole fucking lot.
Need to make more lasting memories of fucking, bdsm and orgasms. Need more crawling across the floor to get away from me.
I guess I should feel sorry for the next time I finally get fed. But I definitely don't! Since I am not getting fed I need to break everything down and tear the universe apart.
Fuck it. Let the Anger and Evil reign. Not getting any so the public must pay!!!
FIGHT CLUB!!
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