Author: top_of_the_scrote

There she was, frail little bowed legs. The shy kind of girl that wears leggings under her skirt. Extra padding to hide her juicy lower mandibles.

After we started dating and I got to know her more, I found out she was into abusive talk.

So as I’m dicking her down, slapping her face and spitting into her mouth, I start talking down to her.

*No one will ever love you. You’re like a stray animal in the streets covered in disease.*

I can feel her clenching, getting tighter.

*Look at you, filth. You don’t deserve the air that you breathe!*

As I cover her mouth and nose, her eyes open up, a brief glimpse of fear.

When I let go, I see her lungs suck in that air. Color starts returning to her face. She is dripping.

Scent fills the room, what’s this? A snack. A little tootsie roll involuntarily slid out. She’s embarrassed, cheeks blushing. A gift from the heavens. I eat it, I recognize this taste, ma girl been downing hummus lately, garlic hummus.

I started dating my current bf about 2 weeks ago. He told me up front that he had some weird fetishes. I had to get over the fact that he would not wash his waifu pillows which had more hard surfaces than soft. As the pillow matched your body temperature it started to get soggy.

Anyway, there is a chair that we bought on the smile store. It’s a regular kind of plastic chair but it has slits on the seat. So he’ll buy me some fast food and while gently caressing my hair, he’ll whisper in my ear “yeah eat that you nasty duck” trying to fatten me up like fois de gras. Eventually I will have to make more room for this food. This is where the chair comes in. He has me force my soil sample through the slit, making a sheet of poopie like a fruit roll up. I have to push a little to get past the blowback from the seat of the chair. There are actually straps to keep me from lifting off the chair. Read more »

Jenny and I were on our way out. We were studying late for finals. We were discussing what we were going to do later tonight. As I pushed on the door, it would not budge, I realized it was locked. I tried harder but nothing changed. Suddenly the lights started to go out. My pos cellphone didn’t have coverage. This is when we heard a sound. OMG Becky, what was that? I don’t know Jenny God, get off my back.

It was past my time to take out my cloth tail balloon thing and I really needed to pull it out. I didn’t want to leak like a slug, leaving a trail behind. This is when we heard a voice, a low grunt. I could hear a deep inhale. A satisfied sigh. We saw a figure, a large shadow move towards us.

We ran for our life, didn’t stop for our books or nothing. We were running, I was in pretty good shape, had an ice figure. My thong was riding up my crack but it felt kinda good. Around a corner I tried to do some parkour and broke both of my legs. I was screaming in pain. Jenny stopped to try and help me but the grotesque man caught up to us. He inhaled deeply again said “looks like one of you didn’t wipe quite enough times, good…”. Jenny dipped out, that Bitch. Read more »

I was working in the library, putting away books as I usually do.

Recently we’ve been having an influx of randos coming in, using the computers, not really doing anything, not reading anyway.

In comes a man, I smell him from afar. It’s a scent I’m familiar with. I try to place it, touching my tongue to the roof of my mouth. Chives?

The scent evoked such a raw reaction to my body, I could hear myself audibly expand. I could feel my shirt start to get wet. I was prepared to accept this tanker of a ship, coming in full speed ahead.

I gathered myself, looking around to make sure no one noticed my reaction.

I pushed up my glasses, prettied up my skirt and prepared to approach this man.

I noticed he was disheveled, upon closer inspection in fact, he reeked.

I calmly asked if he could leave since he was bothering other patrons.

This was when he pulled out a gun, and waved it at me.

I got on my knees, dear god is this it? What about my student loans?! Read more »