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The profile picture is stupid, the name is stupid, but I guarantee you that the person behind both is dead fucking serious.
I want to feel you wrapped around my cock. I want to listen to your cries for mercy, for me to take it slower, to stop, to please let you go.
I want to drag my nails across your yielding flesh and remind you that your life was no longer yours the moment your path crossed mine.
Your body is mine to use, and when I'm done I'll dispose of what's left as I see fit, or re-purpose it to fit my whims.
You'd make a nice pillow. You look like a good footstool. I think you'll make a perfect cock warmer for cold days.
White knight types, people who choose to try and get into the cookie jar by not letting others near it, big tough protector types: feel free to jump off a cliff. If I want your little protectee, I'll walk up and take them. If you didn't want them to go away you'd have stopped me before I got there.
Mind you, this is all big talk, yes. It's boasting, bragging, ego unchained, my cock hanging out for random people to slap at.
I have scars that remind me I'm not as strong as I believe I am, I simply choose to ignore them here, so as to remind myself why the fuck I care.
This is me, not at my best or worst. Just strip away the common sense, awkward desires to please, and safety switches, and you're left with what is under all that.
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