slut-problems:Can you write a story about me? Love your blog btw! I was a broken slut, broken by eve
slut-problems:Can you write a story about me? Love your blog btw! I was a broken slut, broken by everything I’d let men do to me. I knew it was my fault. Men were always telling me that I was nothing more than cock bait, so much so that this is who I believed I was. I fucked them all, giving them exactly what they thought they wanted. They all wanted my most precious of gift and I let every single one of them think that they were taking it from me, that I was a virgin. I spread my legs for them, getting sick pleasure from the fact that they were using what they thought was my virgin cunt. Their smug smiles made me cum. I found myself in hotels every single day waiting for cock after cock to arrive to fuck me. There never seemed to be enough cocks for me. No matter how many I fucked I always wanted more and more. I had profiles on every hook-up site I could find, all of them begging these men to use my body for the first time, to break in my virgin cunt. I’m not sure what I was waiting for, but I think deep down, with every fuck, I was hoping that this would be the one that would finish me. Either I would get fucked so hard and so brutally that I would never want to be used by men again or one of them would actually kill me and put me out of my misery. These were the only options I could imagine would happen. I couldn’t see myself ever stopping, not on my own. One of these sick fuckers would have to stop me. It was the only way it would end. -- source link