Mentally ill, my niggar I’m mentally ill, psychotic episodes and voices in my heads. Brainrot brainrot brainrot.
42 female Started about a year ago. Roy 45 my husband was diagnosed for having diabetes. Then s** was a hit and miss. Then back to the doc. Roy now has ed due from the diabetes. Off to the adult toy store. I purchased a v*******. Used it while Roy worked on Saturdays. I had plenty of alone time. One day I turned on the television and found a channel that showed m*** p***. Oh yeah my v******* really worked my click and found its way in me. Then I started thinking. Could I f*** a younger male teen? This thought went for months. The three weeks ago There was a knock on the door. There stood Tom. Tom does our lawn mowing. We’ve known him since he was 11. He asked about cutting the yard again this year. I replied sure, then took a second look. Asked Tom how old are you now. He replied he turned 17 this past February. And I’ll be needing some extra cash for college. Then I smiled at him and replied would you like to do some trading for doing the lawn. He replied like what? I gave him that smile. He thought for a second to figure it what I asked him. Then he replied oh really. Guessing I can start this Saturday while Roy is at work. I replied yes. Saturday came around. We acted like our parents weren’t at home. But we did use the spare bedroom. We fucked twice and we were both happy. Saturdays have been a blessing.
Why is it so important to people in power to control my feelings and desires? Don’t they realize we are as driven by s3xual needs as they are? Nobody coerced or gave me carnel knowledge it came from my DNA. I felt the need to share my g******* at an early age. I at 7 lost my virginity straddling our blue heeler pushing his cute little pink p3nis inside my P()ssy, it grew rapidly impaling me to extents that scared me. I now know I wasn’t an evil s***, I was a natural uninhibited human with desires I now understand. If I want a baby by the most important people in my life why is it anyone else business? We can’t help who we fall in love with but we also have desires to be impregnated, not always by the same man we feel secure enough with to marry. Why do we let Social Norms out weigh our instinctive desires? It really turns me on thinking about being impregnated by my incestuous desires, my husband isn’t god in bed but he likes to watch. We are going to let nature take it’s course, who ever it maybe but he likes seeing me with daddy most then his dad then my brothers.
