slut–degradation:

broken-down-sluts:

She doesn’t care who he is, she doesn’t care if he loves her, or hates her, or even remembers who she is.

She just wants his cock inside her, forcing her open, spreading her ass, or pussy, or throat…

She just wants to be a fucked-up little slut, moaning and writhing on a mans dick.

The times when I hate myself the most are when I feel like this. When I just want to be filled so badly that it literally could be anyone attached to that cock.  It sometimes makes me feel sick with self-loathing.

But also, some of the times when I am absolutely the happiest are when I succumb to that impulse, and simply let myself be taken.  When I ignore my supposed desires and admit that I have deeper - perhaps irrational but still completely real - desires.  When I let myself be turned into an object for another’s pleasure.

If I could figure out when is the right time to let myself go, and when is the right time to listen to my better angels, I would probably be the single happiest person on earth.

Perhaps all we need is one companion who we can trust completely, as with our lives, to help us to guide the line between horror and ecstasy when our mind is too unclear of the difference.