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A little dark, I know, but here I am again, seeking male validation from the end of your cocks. Surprise, surprise.

You could tell from a mile away. How I might look and act tough. Smart. Independent. But you knew deep down behind my eyes I was a needy, broken girl with a deep craving for male validation.

The kind of girl that would let you drag your nuts over my face while I smiled for you. That might flinch when you groped my ass in public but not pull away. That'll pull out her tits for your friends for a few cheers if you got me drunk enough.

You fucked me the day we first met. Let's be honest, I don't have the self respect to hold out.

I'd text you and tell you I had a great time after every "date" no matter what kind of fucked up porn-addled acts you made me do. How I'd come crawling back every time. You fuck me hard, and that's the only time I really feel something.

I'll dress like a slut for you. Or dress like a prude. Whatever the fuck you want. You're older than me, and I like that. My therapist suggested it's probably because I didn't have a father figure growing up. Fuck her, I get to embrace it if I want to.

Stick your fingers in my mouth so I can impress you by showing you how far they can go. Shove your cock down my throat and push how far I can go without breathing (it's longer than you think). Fuck me. You don't need to use a condom.

Disrespect me. I deserve it, and I get off on it.

A little about me: I'm 5'3 and 126 lbs. I have very pale skin. I'm bottom-heavy and my tits are a good size to cup in your hands. Today I woke up groggy as fuck and had to drag myself out of bed for a coffee. I debated for an hour in bed on whether I should put on makeup to go down to Starbucks but ended up doing it. I wore a sweater and a pair of jeans I swear took my 5 minutes to squeeze into. The coffee was nice.

I'm fucked up, so fuck me up. I'm ready for it.