Parasocial obsessions are so delicious. Yes, devour every word I post, memorizing every pixel of my existence until you know me better than yourself. Imagine us intertwined in the dark, two strangers bound by something more intimate than speech.
Muffled screams of your parents fighting next door while your brother pins you down, forcing you to choke on him in silence, tears streaming down your face as you pray they don't hear you gagging on what shouldn't be yours. <3
Being a doll is so hard sometimes because you just don't feel anything. There's nothing you want to do, nothing you want to talk about. If you don't have a purpose then what is the point to any movement or activity? It just feels wasted and needless.
bunny leaning against a tree with their legs spread; they tremble as piss runs down their leg and cum leaks from their cunt; a wolf huffs before pulling his deflated knot out.
smiling at his load leaking out of the bunny.
“Such a pretty cottontail, I could devour you all up,”
"I am God's messenger, my pet; this isn't sin, it's worship." And who are you to deny him? He makes you pray while you ride his cock, ensuring every thrust is branded into your soul as holy.
A priest father, the town's golden saint, who turns the confessional into a den of sin. After mass, he claims you in the pews, your small body trembling as he fucks you from behind, forcing you to recite scripture while he ravages you.
A son so desperate to be inside his mother that he demands it right there in public, his hands shaking as he claims her while she coos sweetly in his ear, calling him her good boy and praising his courage while she holds him close in the poorly lit bathroom.