My brain feels like it’s melting. I’m so deep into heat that nothing else matters. Conscious thought has long passed as the pillow between my legs becomes damp on eager juices who can’t wait their turn. I trust, and trust. My breath slows. Sometimes I don’t know if I’m breathing. My mind is filled with lewd fantasies that would get me put in a hole so dark that no one would remember my name…
Kidnapped, starved, abused…molested…abandoned. Over and over again.
Why does my vision go dark. Why do I want these things…why do I drool over the thought of being groomed and put on a stage to entertain the worst of the worst…
Why do I dream of a man who will show me the best of the best. A man who help me tame my demons. A man that will teach me that life is worth living…even if it’s just to please him…why do I ache in places beyond my comprehension….
Please. Mistreat me. Ruin me. I need it. I need the abuse. I need…you. I’ll give you my devotion like a stray dog. Feed me and I’ll never bite your hand. Give me a fraction of your time and I’ll need nothing else. A bitch like me deserves to die cold and alone in the street.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o58a36/mind_of_a_slut