Hi GWA! Here's my contribution to the community. I'm not a pro, but I'm just a highly sexual, kinky and adventurous woman. Let me know what you think?

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I like sex, who doesn't? But I LOVE getting fucked. Absolutely getting railed, pounded and used so much that I'm getting my brains fucked out. Which is appropriate, because I become this total bimbo when I'm getting fucked. Some call it dick drunk, others call it cum drunk. I call it my true purpose in life.

I'm an educated woman. Went to University, have a degree, run a successful Yoga practice. But when I'm getting my brains fucked out, I lose all sense of purpose and respect. It's something about being used, being this trophy fuck toy for the guy that is so.... satisfying. And to be perfectly honest, sometimes I WANT this to happen. Like I'll seek this out specifically. It's an escape, a sexual high, a reward for me.

The more degrading and misogynistic the fucking, the more my mind becomes "mush". Mush as in, impressionable, pliable, encouragable. My sexual inhibitions gone, any self worth (apart from being a slut), gone. My only role, is to serve and please him, in any fashion he wants or desires. My mind? A blank canvass... to be free of any stress, worries, inhibitions, thoughts...

When I cum, that's my true moment of clarity. It's when I become the most vulnerable, or encouragable. It's the precious few moments afterwards that I can be manipulated into whatever he wants.

For example, I was with this guy one night. A sexual rock star, he fucked me like there was no tomorrow. You name it, we did it. Anal, face fucking, bareback, anything and everything... With each fuck session, my mind was slowly being transformed into his blank canvass. I was so dick drunk and cum drunk, my body was practically trembling from all the orgasm. The next morning, the fucking continued. It was to the point where I was just babbling and couldn't form any coherent sentences. That's when he started to take over my mind.

• The sky isn't blue? Whatever you say.

• The Earth is flat? Sure, that makes sense.

• My name is what? Yes, why of course it is.

During that morning, I became his tailored bespoke bimbo, that he literally fucked to transform. His words, became fact and truth to me. During my impressionable state, I had forgotten how we met and the circumstances behind it. He convinced me that I was some high end escort that he had already paid for. So I fucked him again, and again, and again, truly believing this. I passed out from sheer exhaustion, only waking up in the afternoon. He was gone, there was cum everywhere, I was so disheveled, confused, hungover from the sex. I just got myself cleaned up, left the hotel, still believing I was some escort.

Depending on how intense the fucking was, it could take a few hours to a few days for me to recover. Though, there have been times when the fucking has been so intense, it has permanently changed me.