The Confessions of a Victorian Whore

Come hither with ye phallic portraits for I am a gracious and loving host

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I swear, this whole bunny suit thing has confounded me. Just fuck me as is.

#Easter

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I was once a lady in waiting for a duke. He had to let me go, he couldn't get any work done with me around~ and I wasn't very good at waiting~

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I rarely get sentimental. There are just some things so fundamental and constant in you lives that suddenly leaves you empty and unsatisfied. God I miss my father's cock

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I remember my 16th birthday. My father finally got me my first birthday cock and told me to blow it. The cream could've used some work but times were hard and the cocks were harder

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Mmm~ I do enjoy a bit of flogging, maybe the bishop will visit me tonight. He has such naughty requests.

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I'm sick of all these men sending letters for portraits of my ankles. I may be a whore I have standards.

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People ask me if I wash myself after each patron but I don't want to get cholera

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I had a patron once who wrote me a poem

"Thine bosom blessed
by the gods of all chests
Doth bringeth my cock
to the hardness of rocks"

I let him finish in my butt

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None of us like the plague but those crow masks are kind of hot...

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I don't know what's all the fuss about civil rights. If you're gonna use your right hand go as rough as you like.

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I like to think of myself as a Romantic. Romans I find are some of the best lovers with just the right tinge of megalomania

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Ah I remember the closest I got to love. He could reach me in the deepest precipices. If I didn't know any better I would have insisted he had aroused my soul and brought me to rapture. Though I woe that I am in fact a soulless creature. He simply had an enormous cock.

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I am beside myself with joy as this app allows me to speak to little birds. I usually just suck on them.