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I love women. I think they are wonderful. Their looks and the makeup of their bodies drive me crazy. I would even go as far as to say that sometimes I fantasize about what it would be like to be a woman. I have all of these fetishes for them, their vaginas, their feet, even their shit. Some women are so beautiful, I want to eat their shit because it was created inside their bodies. I figure consuming something that has come out of such a beautiful creature can't be that bad. Even if it makes me so sick that I puke it all up, it would be worth it to know I had something inside me that was inside them. Along with the raging fetishes, I also have a secret desire. This is a dark desire that is locked away in the deep crevices of my mind only to see the light of day in this writing. When I was born, my mom told me that it was a woman doctor who delivered me. How interesting that it was a woman who helped bring me into this world, that I desire that a woman take me out. Not just any woman, but a beautiful woman. I've pictured it in my mind many times. It appears to turn me on thinking about being hurt by one of them. That they would get pleasure out of my suffering and my screams of pain. That they would hate me enough to want to hurt me badly. Do things to me like fart in my mouth, hold my mouth open and forcefully shit and spit down my throat and demand I eat every drop, and even cup my mouth with their menstruating pussies and force bloody gushes down my throat and again demand I swallow every drop. My failure in any of these things would result in cruel and painful treatment and my brutal death. First, they would beat me to a bloody pulp with their bare hands, laughing at my screams of excruciating pain so much so that it sexually turns them on. Then when they got tired of looking at my disfigured, disgusting face, they would tie me up to a pole so that I could not defend myself and one would scratch my face with her long, sharp, blood-red nails. Then she would wrap her hands around my throat, looking me in the face as she strangles the life out of me, snarling at me as I fade to black. The last thing I see is the face of a beautiful woman...
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brother wth. how any female gonna approach u if u have such an infested dirty ass mind.
ReplyI didn't write this to try and get a woman, these are just an expression of my "hidden" inner thoughts, which is what this website is for. This is not up for critique from anyone, it's just information.
Replymb bro
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