**TRIGGER WARNING: PHYSICAL/SEXUAL ABUSE**
You use me,
Abuse me,
Take me wherever I am,
Even if I hide under your bed,
You pull me out screaming,
You don’t even look at me,
I’m just a slut to you,
A fuck hole,
While you think of someone else,
Taking me even when you’re watching porn on TV,
Staring at other women,
Knowing I’ll never look like them,
The dirty things you say,
As if I’m the whores you’re watching,
All the things you want to do to me,
As the pressure builds,
That hot creamy load shoots inside me
And out retreats your cock,
From me, the wanking sock.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lfprk2/i_know_i_should_leave
:-( I’m sorry
I feel the need to add this as apparently writing from the perspective of an abused inanimate object is extremely relateable to real abusive relationships.
Anyway there was NO abused woman in this fictional poem. It’s about the loneliness of being a wank sock and how that must feel. The fact it has triggered people worries me greatly and saddens me to my core that men actually treat women this badly.
Well, I admire your boldness in freely expressing yourself, young lady.