I Live To Be A *** Dumpster
Its strange because I never thought I could write this but life takes you on unexpected journeys and you come to realise that what you want and what you need dont necessarily match up.
I need to be used.
I need to be touched, mawled, spanked, ******, stretched -
and more than anything filled and covered in ***.
I cannot describe the head space or explain the feelings to be there on your back, exhausted, breathless, *** covering your face, globules in your hair, sprayed across your chest, dribbling from your ****, your arse and the taste echoing in your mouth as you want for more.
I am what I am. And this me.
I need to be used.
I need to be touched, mawled, spanked, ******, stretched -
and more than anything filled and covered in ***.
I cannot describe the head space or explain the feelings to be there on your back, exhausted, breathless, *** covering your face, globules in your hair, sprayed across your chest, dribbling from your ****, your arse and the taste echoing in your mouth as you want for more.
I am what I am. And this me.