slut-problems: I hope he can’t tell that I live for this, that before he was here I was in mis
slut-problems: I hope he can’t tell that I live for this, that before he was here I was in misery, depressed and on the verge of killing myself. Now that he is here I have something to live for, I have someone to please. The only thing that keeps me going in this life is cock and serving it. I love to be made to suck and fuck all night long until I make him cum as many times as he needs to before he leaves me alone again. Then I have to make it until the next guy comes along. If I had my way there would be an endless stream of men offering me their cocks, keeping me going the only way I know how to go. I’m hungry and desperate to be used and sometimes I think that can be a turn off if they see how fucked up I am. I know I’m a sex addict and sometimes it’s embarrassing the way that only a cock will quench the endless thirst I have inside to be needed. The only way I know how to fill that need is to eat dick, to suck it, to fuck it. I long to be covered in cum, to be made useful. I know my only use and purpose and I’ve known it for a long time. No matter what my mother or other women have tried to teach me about respecting myself and my body, I only feel good when I am disrespecting myself. I only feel good when I am serving a man and his cock, when I am draining his cum into one of my holes or letting him spray my face or my tits with his cum. I need men and their cocks to feel like I am truly alive and that I have a purpose and place on this earth. I am a slut, and my purpose is to serve as many cocks as I possibly can while I am here. Cocks are the only reason I haven’t killed myself by now. I live for the next one and the next one. I live to serve. I live to be a cum dump. I only hope they can’t see how desperate I am, unless of course they like it. I always love when I find a man that can see how desperate I am and exploit that. I’ll let a man like that use me however he wants. After all, I live to serve. -- source link