Do NOT Develop A Parasocial Relationship With That Internet Person They WILL Disappoint U. Not Me Though.

It's so cute to me when tboys try to outmasc me. Sugar I was over being a man before you even knew you could be one. I've been the teenage boy skipping post gym showers, hormone addled with a six pack and a dick that just won't stop getting hard. I've been the college fuckboy chainsmoking in leather jackets and ripped jeans. I've been the pickup-driving warehouse worker having 2 AM drinking contests with his coworkers only to go home and wake her boyfriend up with 2 straight hours of pounding. Bend over kid, I'll show you how to be a fuckin man.

stretch my cunt out until your fleshlight fits inside of me. make me thank you for giving me a hole that will finally feel good to you

"Please Miss?" I was breathing a bit too rapidly, simply unable to blink. I couldn't stop looking into those big hopeful eyes as she kneeled on the floor. Her face was starting to twist in worry.

I would probably be shaking, but she was griping my wrist and the end of the gun, pressing it against her forehead. I had to pull away, get my footing. She didn't try to stop me, but I could already see tears spilling down her face. "Hey, hey, shhhh its okay I just need a minute, okay? This is... big for me," I wasn't sure I was ready to let her go. But I wanted it, I wanted it so bad. To paint the walls with her brain. To see body flop dead and lifeless. To... ,hells, so much. "But you promised-," I slapped her hard. She was stunned silent. The tears dried up as her brain tried catch up. I was not going to have back talk at this moment. "Do not presume to tell me my own fucking words. I know what I said, I - You've earned your pullies. I just- just," Fuck, now I was breaking character. I hugged her tightly, squeezed the air out of her lung. The cold metal of the gun digging into her back. I need her. "I just.. can't let you die that quickly, okay? Can I just- let me do it slower, the way I want?" She nodded and tried her best to return my crushing hug before I finally let go. I roughly pressed the muzzle into her stomach before dragging it down to her thigh. Rubbing it in a bit before asking, "Here? Is here good, my little snuffable?" There was a brief pause and shiver from her. Before she was ready for it to be over in an instant. Now she was going to have to endure however long I was going to toy with her. She already knew how long that could be. "Yes, Miss. Please, my pullies..." I grabbed her collar and pulled her close for a kiss before lifting the gun and firing. We both jolted from the blast. I couldn't hear anything and she probably couldn't either. The ear damage hurt, but it made the whole scene almost serene. Red was bubbling out of her thigh and I almost couldn't look away. Thank whatever goddess gave me the power to look back to up to face. The stark shock and need. The pain probably not fully reaching her brain yet, but the fear dawning as she saw my glee. Shaky, jitters more then panic, I shoved the barrel of the gun into her mouth. Forcing her to suck on the still warm barrel as she bled all over the basement floor. The weapon buzzed with either her screams or moans. It didn't matter which to me. This is what I needed. I finally pulled the gun from her mouth and put it back up against her forehead. She gave me the most pathetic look I had ever seen. Slowly I tugged on the trigger, it felt like hours in barely a second. Then. *Click* There was confusion on her face. She had seen me pull the trigger, but she was still here. I only grinned wider. Realization hit her like a truck. She start to babble something I couldn't hear. Shoving her finger in with mine and pulling that trigger again and again and again. Click. Click. Click. Finally I had my fill of the fun, punched her hard in the gut, and left her to squirm on the floor as I retrieved the medical kit. It took her 5 years to earn that bullet and she had let me put it in her thigh. It would be hell getting her out of the basement and to the hospital, but it was worth it for all this.

“shhh it’s okay, you’re okay” “don’t be scared, you’re safe with daddy” while he crushes me under his weight and forces it inside

“We can play ‘just the tip’ but remember: if you lose and start to squirm, I’m pinning you down and breeding you deep.”

"shhh kiddo it's okay you can let it all out with dad" while you're crying out of embarrassment from pissing yourself on their cock n just whimpering & whining "sorry, it's just so big, it's too much, i'm sorry dad"

tweet 1: "happy international lesbian day, if you use the orange and pink flag i designed and have a few bucks to spare i would really appreciate any help at all"

tweet 2: "ive been skipping meals to afford to see a specialist so even $1 helps. i have no family to ask for help."

This international lesbian day I hope some support can be extended to Emily Gwen. The flag they have made has been used by many corporations and they do not receive any money made from those sales. They are also dealing with housing insecurity and have many financial problems

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i need to have somewhat unethical and mildly unhealthy sexual encounters until i feel normal again

(so wet its uncomfortable) thanks for cutting up my food for me dad