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Jun. 07, 2003
1:42 pm
it's not easy being a born again virgin.
every day i fake the world with a smile like the good girl i'm supposed to be, hiding the incredible horniness that lays beneath in my hot, hot cunt... a cunt that has been deprived of a man's for three long years. but it is in my dreams where i allow myself to disobey my beliefs, for it is then i become the biggest slut, the biggest whore, giving what's between my legs as freely as leaves falling from a tree. and tonight is no different. all alone, i lay in my queen sized bed in the temperate night, dreaming of the slew of men paying five dollars each to fuck me. for hours my holes are being used for the dirtiest, crudest and most selfish pleasures. and there i lay in the most pathetic fashion, allowing these men to act on their basic instincts of reproduction... my legs are held open for man after man, my hands are occupied with cock after cock and my mouth is never free for more than a second's time to steal turns on me. my desecrated body is soaked in sweat and wads of cum, but you certainly don't hear me complaining. for it is my destiny to be used as an instrument. yes... my openings exist purely as a place to be occupied, a machine and a solution to satisfy a man's animal desire to procreate. outside of my dreams, my hands instinctively slide down to my pussy that i keep smoothly waxed like a young, young prepubescent girl. oh my pussy... my poor lonely friend. i run a finger down my slit, feeling the growing wetness accumulating in the area. oh i hate it when my pussy soaks itself with no one to lick it up but me. i hate it when there's no one to impress when trails of pussy juice run down my leg to the sheets. i hate it when there's no cock around to dip into this well of honey. i hate it when there's no one here (even a woman) to taste my delicious sweetness that i never anymore get to share. and what a shame it is for this pussy to exist and not be utilized by anyone... a bit of a waste it seems... for the next few moments i continue to ravish my senses with my filthy, polluted dreams until i suddenly realize the pressure i am starting to feel in the inside of my elbows that quickly transfers into pain. startled, my eyes fly open and to my shock it was you above me, straddling me and pinning my arms down harshly with your jean-clad knees. i take a deep breath, preparing to let out a terrifying scream for my life but your hand covers my mouth quickly. who are you? how did you get into my bedroom? what do you want from me? take anything you wish... just please don't hurt me! in the dimness of the moonlight, i make out a smile. "don't scream or i will hurt you," you hiss. i nod vigorously against your hand, wondering if there were more of you... with a free hand, you reach into your back pocket to take out plastic handcuffs. backing up a few inches with your knees and letting go of my mouth, you gather my wrists above my head and zipped the restraints in place. still straddling me, i see you devour my body with your eyes through the sheets that have molded me. carefully, you move aside and i shiver slightly as you rip the sheets from me in one quick movement, revealing the body that was built only as a gift to men... (to be continued)
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