sad-and-fat:

— Deberías hablar con alguien.

— No puedo, no se cómo.

No digo que estoy mal para no molestar pero con la esperanza de que se den cuenta…

una chica sin razones

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Todos me dicen, tus escritos están bien bonitos, pero nadie me dice, estás bien?

Camila

Siento que no voy hacia ningún lado…

una chica sin razones

the7thblogger:

katy-no-more:

We were at his friend’s house and I was stoned, they were smoking pipes and pipes have always knocked me off my feet and well, my tolerance was lower back then. He knew that. He liked fucking with me when I was fucked up. 2am and we were watching.. jesus how do I remember this.. that movie where the kid works at Goodburger and he always says hey welcome to goodburger land of the goodburger can I take your order? and oh my god it’s literally called Good Burger. We were watching that and he started getting a little more handsy, a little more aggressive as time went on. The friend didn’t know that we did stuff and the obviousness, the subtle ownership he had over me had me blushing and on edge, dizzy from weed, helplessly selfconscious.

the friend went to bed and it was just us on the couch, him forcing shots of Red Label down my throat. I was totally out of my head, we were on the floor with my on my back, his cock working in my cunt and I only really came back to reality in the scant moments that he let me breathe, hurried pants of air before his hands cut off my circulation and I drifted again in the grey. I think he was biting me too, biting me hard, but I can’t remember. If he did I’d have been wearing the marks for weeks. He flipped me over, handling me like a rag doll, weak moans ignored. Hands spreading my cheeks. A cold digit worked into my ass. That woke me up. The dry grinding unexpected pain of it had me wide eyed and squealing before he clapped one hand over my mouth.

He forced his cock into my ass without lube and it hurt worse than anything else I’ve felt in my life. He went in all at once and it stretched me out and the pain of that stretching and tearing (I got home and showered and there was blood) is large in my memory. So impossibly huge and wrong and get out get out get OUT

at this point I was openly screaming underneath his hand, the same as the white hot painfueled narrative in my head, get out, oh god it hurts please get out get out get out get OUT GET OUT OH GOD, I was hysterical, shaking and crying and twisting around trying to get him out of me. But he still kept fucking me with these thrusts that felt like sandpaper for thirty seconds or so, it felt like about three months, before he pulled out. He cuddled me while I cried in huge gasping sobs and I was working up the courage to say hey, hey I’m not ok and I’d like to go home please, when he told me to shut the fuck up, I’d wake the house. And gestured to his cock and said he still expected me to clean that up.

Feeble thoughts of resistance extinguished that easily, it still amazes me.

I cleaned my ass off him with my tongue and then he had me drive him home. Naked, he kept my clothes. At one point he told me to drive into a car park, had me get out on my knees and went to piss on me. I begged him not to because it was my dad’s car. So he just had me suck him again, walk back to the car, and drive him home. Then he sent me home and didn’t talk to me for a while. Fucked me up for literal weeks, that did.

Amazing stuff here. Katy being used as a slab of meat. How it should be and it loves it too. Love this. Thanks for sharing hole

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shedoeswhatshestold:

ftbaljock00:

Every cunt reading this blog should be reposting.  Cunts=Objects only!

Daddy taught me this.
-cunt

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So fucking horny right now

Really sad when ur getting sex but not enjoying it :)