Admittedly, I talk to men and other really h**** people on Tumblr and random chats because I’m so h****. I’m h**** all the time. It’s… A little alarming. Definitely gave myself an addition (AGAIN)
But like… I need to be filled and stretched. I said this in my last post where I cursed my spouse’s exes. I want them to ruin me as often as possible but it’s not the reality right now.
So I talk to strangers on the Internet who can write decently enough that I get off. It’s disgusting… You’d want to lock me up for the things I’m into now. But again, I can’t help it. I see a g******* and wish it was me. I watch monster p*** and wish it was real. All the c**. All the screams. The grunts. I’m h**** now just thinking about it.
It’s why whenever I get time alone I m********* so hard and so much. I need to subdue the Little monster I’ve got within me. But I’m worried, I don’t like being an addict and I don’t wanna go back. This one will be harder to kick…