You are here because you want to be filthy and nasty, you want to be used.

You get turned on being here like you get turned on reading Literotica stories. You play with yourself, fantazise, picturing being so filthy, so raw, being used like a whore.

I don't want to know your name and I don't want to know if you're married or dating. I'm sure you like the beach and movies, dressing up for nice dinners, and a romantic picnic of wine and cheese by a fire during the first snow fall. I know, and I don't care. Tell me about the whore inside you that is dying to get out. The whore that can't bear to think that she might live the rest of her life with the same vanilla nonpassionate sex she sometimes has. Tell me what you want to do, what you fantasize about. Tell me what you want to explore. Tell me what I'll do to you...