He's a large, balding, older man with more hair on his body than his head. Some might call him a slob. Others a fat bastard. I'm not even sure how he got his hands on me. After all, that's exactly the kind of man who is either a racist redneck or an absolute pushover. At least he gets along with my Pitbull.

Not that the way he calls me his little Korean fucktoy doesn't have a certain kind of ring to it but .. you know? Once the gut of a man more than twice your age and size arches your back while he grunts into your ear what a good little fucktoy you are, you eventually find yourself getting off on being choked and manhandled while he calls you all sorts of derogatory slurs.

Perhaps I'm just developing some silly version of a stockholm syndrome knowing just how much he yearned for putting his pudgy fingers on a woman he actually finds attractive. After all, he must have spent so much time jerking off to beautiful, skinny women and it's not like this could possibly go on forever.

How would I ever explain to my friends, let alone parents that I get off on serving a human turned pig? >< So .. until the day comes where it has to end, can't I just dedicate my best years to serving the degenerate perversions of a man who truly knows how to make the most out of my body?~

Anyways. I'm way too old to be writing a diary! I just want to keep my thoughts stored in here to look back at how all of this unravels! He'll actually come over to my place tonight. As if it my apartment weren't already too tiny to give a dog the space he needs but I guess having another animal around won't hurt either. ㅋㅋㅋ