Is it weird that my ideal s** is very very romantic, but also a little savage?
I’m writing this under duress, I’m in serious trouble and I’m in my little room with my I pad and three gang boys that forced themselves in. I must write what I’m told to as they’ve threatened to beat the s*** out of me. This one dude got this weird idea to make me type my own punishment on a confession site. I was caught playing with this dudes little sister and now with two other guys and the little girl here with them they promise to teach me a lesson in front of the little girl so she can learn what happens to older guys that play with little girls. I see a d**** and some straps. I think they’re gonna whip me naked in front of her and d**** me up the a** so I can show her how men suffer for playing around with little girls. I’m scared of what’s coming and now it’s time to go.
I ain’t got time to play with crackers like corvallus or backdoor Barry! I want cheeks here and now on my bone but I ain’t paying a dime and I ain’t paying for no damn taco or smoothie some young trickster named Payton made me take him to a damn smoothie shop spent damn $5.85 on some fruit milkshake and he didn’t even give up those lily white cheeks! Should be illegal to tease my bone!!!
