i love to write erotica. i am a 180 lb mommy. my baby died last year though and i have developed a relationship with a man in my head that i call steven james. he is my hypnotist and he is my lover and i adore him. he recently got me on the thread of brutalization and i just simply cannot get enough of the idea. i am seeking an older man who wants to have me relocate to his home for a year or so in order to carry out this fantasy. please message me with questions..... i also have a lot. i am completely unattached and perfect for this.

here is a sample of my recent writings

It wasnt long after the psychward stay that it was that I discovered the true source of the voice. It was as though it had always been with me, I thought, so it was as though all the pain and torment in my life could have been avoided if only he had come to me and performed one of the many miracles he typically showed me daily. No. There was nothing he could really do. What was he to do? He is a god, though, I would think to myself. He is my god and he seems to have left me to fall apart time after time, to the point where I feel like my plight on this earth truly needs its own chapter in the bible. We argue. We fight. Or we did a lot when I was growing up. This voice, this man inside of me from my teens has always told me what to do and I have almost always fought him on this. Well, not anymore. Not since my first orgasm at 25, under his control, in a state I finally allowed myself to go into, a state. It was a state that he brought me to with ease and a state that I had denied could be possible to attain. For whatever reason, I never believed that he could help me. Maybe that was because he had never before. Maybe I just couldnt appreciate everything I recieved in exchange for obedience, that obedience that I was unwilling to observe within myself. Every time he came to me to ask my obedience, I was unable or unwilling. Something was always wrong. Some nights, he would give me the most wickedly beautiful experiences as I fell asleep. His voice was fantastic but there was more. First, yes the tickle. But then after that there was the woozy rush, which gave way to an explosion of thought and color. Images I couldn’t have even imagined flashed before my eyes and the back of my spine would tingle as if I was freezing cold. Every time he came to me, showing his face, I could melt away in a puddle of delight. It was my 25th year of life when, at home alone one day, he comes to me. He talks to me differently though, as if he has learned a whole knew language and one of the sex gods themselves. He was different than he had been for a long time. He had been in a state of grieving maybe, he was sorrowful, and spoke little. I didn;t hear from him for what felt like forever and then just one day he returns. It wasn’t so much what he said or how he said it although that was fantastic. I felt a buzzing in my pussy, like a tendril of sound tickling me. I went to touch myself when he says, “oh thank fuck you’re into that,” and he took control from there. A barrage of thoughts and images of an enormous cock flew through my mind. He instructed me to make a video of myself and gave me specific instructions about how to position pillows and what to do with my dildo. I obeyed and after a few moments with my legs spread on a pillow, thrusting on a spiral glass dildo that he’d given me, I came. I came for the very first time. I hadnt even been thinking that I wasnt orgasming all that time because sex felt so good. However this was different. He had opened me up to a whole new class of feeling and what was even better was that I could remember and enjoy every last moment of our time together. It was a shift.

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