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About this blog

In this blog I will go into all that lead up to me being what I am today. How 3-4 people always saw who I truly was and help to bring it out. It didn’t happen all at once for many reasons. The main reason though was that I fought it. It was only recently that I accepted who I was. That acceptance has made me proud and at peace with myself. 

From my last girlfirend who started the sexual awaking, to my first real gay relationship that taught/trained me that I was person for men to enjoy themselves while I pleasured them, and to my current Dealer-Daddy that has turned me into a perfect whore. That I am an object to be used by men. He also set me on the path to becoming a Chem Whore as well and when that person comes out it’s what reassures me of who I am.

I hope you enjoy these.

 

Blayze

Entries in this blog

Breed Me

Feeling straight up primal. It’s like an itch that I can not scratch. I need to be smothered in lust and filled with your babies, covered with your scent, hot cum, and then repeat. Fuck me like you love me so much you have to tie me up and keep me all to yourself and proceed to rape me holes over and over again. My body is what you neeeded so I let you feed off it.. you use my body, I am your toy, and you like to play rough. is it wrong that I’ve never felt so understood and overwhelmed with ple

You Want To Know What I Really Think?

You really wanna hear it? Like all of it? Fine. But don’t fucking look at me like I’m crazy when I’m done. Don’t give me that pity face, or worse, that fake shock like you’re not just as rotten inside. Here’s the truth... I don’t believe in anything. Not God. There's no “meaning.” Forget that bullshit about everyone being special. People are just meat. Soft, needy, pathetic little animals pretending they’re better than the hunger in their gut. And me? I’m not pretending anymore.

What I Mean Why I Say Fuck Me Like A Whore

Use me more than once a day. Please, I fucking need it. Throw me around when you’re stressed or just for fun. Jerk off inside me Degrade me and praise me Tease me. [banned word] on me. Play fucked up games with me. Order me around. Turn my brain off and let me fulfill all your wicked fantasies Actually scare me a little. Take it from me. Chase me (bonus points for dragging me through the woods). CNC my ass Say the nasty, fucked up things you think. Degrade me, humiliate

Why I Crave Being Degraded

t’s not about hating myself. It’s not because I have “daddy issues.” And it’s definitely not because I’m broken. I crave being degraded because in that moment—when I’m on my knees, mouth full, body aching—I feel more than I do anywhere else.More wanted. More filthy. More honest.There’s no pretending when I’m being used like a cocksleeve, called a whore, spat on, pinned down, and told I’m nothing but a hole. That’s not shame. That’s freedom. Freedom to be fucked without limits. Freedom

The Power Of Being Nothing But A Hole

We talk a lot about degradation. About being used. Dehumanised. Treated like an object. And it sounds brutal, filthy, even disturbing from the outside.But sometimes, being “just a hole” isn’t about being nothing. It’s about finally being enough — exactly as you are. Because in a world where we’re constantly expected to be more — more capable, more composed, more wanted, more worthy — there’s something intoxicating about being reduced to one thing:Use. No pressure to perform. No need to i
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