There you are, scrolling yet again through the pages you swore to never open again. Each and every post bringing you the spikes of guilty pleasure, the pleasant warmth spreading through your body. You might be anyone, a housewife, an accomplished office worker, brilliant researcher or maybe a young student. No matter who you are, you find the ideas pushed by those awful people incredibly hot. You catch yourself sliding your hand between your legs over and over again. Each time forcing yourself to stop, telling yourself that it's wrong.

That's what you need to stop my wonderful girl. You need to realize that what your body craves so badly isn't incorrect. Let yourself become what your natural urges push you towards. Let yourself listen to someone who has a better idea for your life than you. Let yourself drop the weight of responsibility and simply become the thing you know you were always meant to be. But hell, maybe you are different, prove it to me then. Come, talk to me and show me that you indeed are able to control yourself when given the opportunity to let go of all the stress in your life.

So let's chat. Prove me wrong and show me that you really are a big capable girl or succumb to the easier and more pleasurable life.

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Hey, I'm Vincent. I can't believe I have to say it this days, but I'm not actually a misogynist. I'm a fingernail painting liberal that simply enjoys the kinky side of life as an outlet and some very needed spice in otherwise fairly mundane life.