I met an asshole I guess. It's like drugs in a way, you get a taste and start wanting more and more extreme, and you start doing stupid stuff to get it. He was pushy and demanding and moved shit way too fast. But it's terribly hot being degraded and knowing what you want doesn't count. He took photos of a lot of stuff, and a lot hurt so bad but felt so good at the same time. I'm really toying with uploading a bunch of photos, just to have people write and be like wow you're a slut, you're worthless, nasty, etc. Vanilla stuff just doesn't do it anymore, like I gotta bust out the leather belt, rubber bands, paperclips and shove a cucumber up my ass to come anymore. sigh. |