Entry posted by TampaCajun23 in Who I Am
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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 to stop performing “pretty.” Freedom to be the dirty, needy little thing I actually am inside.
When he laughs at how I am just a little “pussy", I get from the word slut, my hole clenches. When he spits on me and calls it “affection” I melt.
When I’m told I’m only good for being bred and ruined, my whole body lights the fuck up.
Degradation doesn’t humiliate me—it releases me. It strips away the surface-level niceties and gives me permission to belong to the desire. To him.I don’t want to be worshipped .I want to be wrecked. Feral. Fucked. Forgotten until I’m needed again.
And if he makes me cry in the process? Even better. I’ll thank him with my mouth full.
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