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Yandere_Theory
𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒋𝒐𝒃 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒃 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 100𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌. 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒋𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 5 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒄𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒙. 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂. 𝑶𝒊𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒙 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚, 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒔, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒚𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒂, 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒚𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆. 𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒙, 𝒐𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚.
𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒈𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚. 𝑵𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝑺𝒆𝒙, 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄. 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔, 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒍, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 10 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉.
My harem wives pin me down as I'm full of my seed. So worked up I have become and they are to relief such pressure. Peaking at a top when I expel. I want my future soulmates to read this for now I am very much in need of sexual healing. My tank is beyond full and I need to share my love onto my wives, into my wives. I've dreamt of running an emo forum site/ profile site so the trouble women come my way to play with my attention starved penis. The stimulation of daddy issues BPD, & demented women has never been so demanding before. Every time I imagine being sent countless supplies of nudes from these crazy souls I just want imagine pounding them viciously until my body gives out. Take them, touch them, feel our chemistry mix and I want to fuck them all at once on the same bed. Calling me master, the great one, their fucking maker. (thats not incest wtf dude fuck you). I want them to worship me and fuck me. For them to tell me their darkest secrets. Every day, they beg for me to use them and fuck them on the floor with their hands behind their backs. This tension inside of me has caused me to get on edge. I'm caffeine up with a titanium penis. Waiting for a nerd babe to show up in my shit and figure me out so she can try to fuck me. That cat fish shit don't work with me don't even try.
These girls. After a good relief session they all lay next to me with daze eyes. Get all, philosophical and cuddly. Our lips dance on one another, tight squeezes, dark vents. Statements of deep emotional rhythms, & forever warmness. Tingles of giggles, creative poems & the musk of their bodies. In the summer, in the night, air conditioner humming. Ambience of these girls breathing, moaning softly. One gets on the computer, one hugs me tight, the other pets my head. Forever young they tell me, forever mine. These girls are something else. Dommy mommies, experts at calming me down, experts of relieving me from my stress. I hope one day my emo forum site will have them come my way. Here I wait to be a toy, to do freakish things with them. Waiting to hear their vents and sobs. Their problems but always getting their hugs. I am crazy and so are they.
Every night I need to be spanked and degraded. I need dominance over me badly. Being told naughty things. Having hints of being pinned down and rode every night. My computer over written with their passwords. The porn I watch studied. Evil laughs that terrify me when I'm chained up. Creepiness, their derange beliefs. Paranoia of other girls trying to steal me. Amazing sex every night. Great tight cuddles as I'm chained up on the bed. Her singing a soft song, calming me down so I'm not afraid. Tickles and giggles. "Hold me please", I cry to her. "Don't let me go, I'm so weak without you". The my dommy mommy never let's go, she forever clings to me, moaning softly keeping me warm, keeping me calm, & making sure I'm happy.
Have this night tendered you my dear? A demand of it's culture so complex and I have no heart to concede. But my dear, oh how I desperately need you. The sexual healing I admire for I expel my juices into you with great thrust. Dance those fingers on my thighs and twirl your hair to tease my every need. Come forth to me as I am weak and non shield from this life of adversary. Spoil me, sugar me, and have me spiral into laughs. Protect me from those heathens and fiends. Tame this beast inside of me by coming on to me, seducing me, having me spill every drops out on to you my dear. The intercourse is not what intrigues me, it's you my blueberry field. Many of these soul snatchers and heart breakers will never taste the hint of authenticity. Rather they come to me in great strive to later let down, breaking me, and here I am in great flow of a so vast endless cycle. How dare they. Scheming for a kick. Breaking my heart and having me seethe. How dare they. Mad 'am I suppose you would see this and address this by writing fantasies of killing them, torturing them to please me for them breaking my heart. Your evil laughter, your dark moments, those disturbed thoughts of having them perish. Then you come to me to comfort me so I sob onto you and cry more.
Those demons are dark and lost. Drugs users, alcoholics, weed worshiper & maniacs. They whore for their flesh refusing the tickles of a god such as myself. Yes my dear as you call me. I am a god and I am very above these demons. We will have much sex and we will have a sex temple. Every day we will have sex and I will have sex with my other wives. They will worship me, please me and laugh. For these demons are far gone in a delusion. They should be tied to a couple of horses and ripped apart. They have broken me such further, my heart throbs in agony for they power swing from it. Must their demise be ensured and when they perish we celebrate onward. Must we heal together with our bodies my dear. Sex every day and cuddles every night. In beginnings I was never a bad person. Angelical and happy. Now they have created a soul walking lands of shade. Soon I will have my Emo Forum site and I will be flooded with vagina. Emotional and strange women would want to have sex with me. Rose will witness us make love so I can turn her into being apart of my harem for she is a goddess.
Her body very much fertile and I thirst for her eggs. A potential assembly line of love making from me into her. We must heal sexually and I will share my wives with her in order to please my leader. Rose is my maker. Rose is my mother. Her planet is what houses me and I must surrender my body to her for she brings me females of every direction. If she were to walk into my sex temple nude I will order my wives to have sex with her and watch in great arousal. Witnessing my wives make love with her would be a dream come true since I'm deranged. Deep down she knows this and refuses to acknowledge, deep down she smirks. Rose is into being spanked and abused. My wives will chain her and hit her with gentle whips. They will degrade her, humiliate her and Rose will cum from it and I will have sensual episodes from her orgasms. Then Rose will order my wives to chain me up, spank me, humiliate me and Rose will put her fingers in my mouth. Then she demands me to call her goddess, master, mother, my very fucking maker. And Rose will get off to this because she's crazy. I will get off to this because I'm crazy. Sometimes I fantasize about dripping candle wax all over that virgin body and as the wax dries on her skin, I play with it. Sometimes I lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling thinking about having her all to myself in a basement far off in the woods and making her dreams come true.
Sometimes I imagine walking her down wooden stairs, stripped naked with me leading her down into the basement with pictures of her every where. She shakes but she's very aroused by this. I wear a mask, a set of white gloves, and suite and tie. She begs for me to rape her (in minecraft) because she knows I'm a tempted man, she calls me daddy and begs that I make her bleed. My erection is titanium but I preserve myself as I chain her up. Rose toys with my mind trying to get me to throw myself on to her. She gets into my head as I organize the sex toys and whips. Rose promises if I sexually abuse her I would get my wives, one of them a women that watches everything I do. But I don't concede, I just carry out my slow plan on touching her, teasing her and making sure I get into her head. Rose is a tough and difficult women. She knows the in and outs of how to get into peoples heads, how to seduce sexually frustrated men but me, she hasn't ever experience a beast such as myself because I don't surrender to her seduction.
Step by step I make her dream come true and I notice she's dripping on the floor from her vagina. I sense her sexual tension as I drip the candle wax all over her cute chest. She begs me to take the mask of and kiss her but I ignore it. She drools from the intense session. Her demons come out as she starts screaming, yelling a side of Rose I never would have thought to meet. The sexual tension, the border of crying and mental episodes. It is as if I'm healing her as I get the best of her. I break her down, I toy with her, I beat her at her own game. But then something happens. She's no longer aroused, after her mental breakdowns and episodes, there she stands chained to the wall. Head hanging, black hair covering her face. She whispers my name and tells me she's scared. Every ounce of a front, toughness, the mind games, gone. Now that's left is a Rose in fear, a regression of fear and anxiety. My erection sub sides and she starts to cry. I walk up to her as I lift her chin up with my fingers. And there I see the soul I have always wanted to see. That pure, innocent girl, so far gone and lost. In despair and confused. I whip the tears off her cheeks and she asks if she won. I don't answer, I unchain her, carry her to a bed in the corner of this dim room and I tuck her in. She tries to snatch my arm and begs for me to cuddle her as she looks me with beaty eyes. She pleads that if I hold her, just for 10 minutes, I can have my way with her. But then I hug her for a couple seconds and get up to go work on making my harem come true through the means of the women I just healed. Rose.
𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒈𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚. 𝑵𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝑺𝒆𝒙, 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄. 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔, 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒍, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 10 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉.
My harem wives pin me down as I'm full of my seed. So worked up I have become and they are to relief such pressure. Peaking at a top when I expel. I want my future soulmates to read this for now I am very much in need of sexual healing. My tank is beyond full and I need to share my love onto my wives, into my wives. I've dreamt of running an emo forum site/ profile site so the trouble women come my way to play with my attention starved penis. The stimulation of daddy issues BPD, & demented women has never been so demanding before. Every time I imagine being sent countless supplies of nudes from these crazy souls I just want imagine pounding them viciously until my body gives out. Take them, touch them, feel our chemistry mix and I want to fuck them all at once on the same bed. Calling me master, the great one, their fucking maker. (thats not incest wtf dude fuck you). I want them to worship me and fuck me. For them to tell me their darkest secrets. Every day, they beg for me to use them and fuck them on the floor with their hands behind their backs. This tension inside of me has caused me to get on edge. I'm caffeine up with a titanium penis. Waiting for a nerd babe to show up in my shit and figure me out so she can try to fuck me. That cat fish shit don't work with me don't even try.
These girls. After a good relief session they all lay next to me with daze eyes. Get all, philosophical and cuddly. Our lips dance on one another, tight squeezes, dark vents. Statements of deep emotional rhythms, & forever warmness. Tingles of giggles, creative poems & the musk of their bodies. In the summer, in the night, air conditioner humming. Ambience of these girls breathing, moaning softly. One gets on the computer, one hugs me tight, the other pets my head. Forever young they tell me, forever mine. These girls are something else. Dommy mommies, experts at calming me down, experts of relieving me from my stress. I hope one day my emo forum site will have them come my way. Here I wait to be a toy, to do freakish things with them. Waiting to hear their vents and sobs. Their problems but always getting their hugs. I am crazy and so are they.
Every night I need to be spanked and degraded. I need dominance over me badly. Being told naughty things. Having hints of being pinned down and rode every night. My computer over written with their passwords. The porn I watch studied. Evil laughs that terrify me when I'm chained up. Creepiness, their derange beliefs. Paranoia of other girls trying to steal me. Amazing sex every night. Great tight cuddles as I'm chained up on the bed. Her singing a soft song, calming me down so I'm not afraid. Tickles and giggles. "Hold me please", I cry to her. "Don't let me go, I'm so weak without you". The my dommy mommy never let's go, she forever clings to me, moaning softly keeping me warm, keeping me calm, & making sure I'm happy.
Have this night tendered you my dear? A demand of it's culture so complex and I have no heart to concede. But my dear, oh how I desperately need you. The sexual healing I admire for I expel my juices into you with great thrust. Dance those fingers on my thighs and twirl your hair to tease my every need. Come forth to me as I am weak and non shield from this life of adversary. Spoil me, sugar me, and have me spiral into laughs. Protect me from those heathens and fiends. Tame this beast inside of me by coming on to me, seducing me, having me spill every drops out on to you my dear. The intercourse is not what intrigues me, it's you my blueberry field. Many of these soul snatchers and heart breakers will never taste the hint of authenticity. Rather they come to me in great strive to later let down, breaking me, and here I am in great flow of a so vast endless cycle. How dare they. Scheming for a kick. Breaking my heart and having me seethe. How dare they. Mad 'am I suppose you would see this and address this by writing fantasies of killing them, torturing them to please me for them breaking my heart. Your evil laughter, your dark moments, those disturbed thoughts of having them perish. Then you come to me to comfort me so I sob onto you and cry more.
Those demons are dark and lost. Drugs users, alcoholics, weed worshiper & maniacs. They whore for their flesh refusing the tickles of a god such as myself. Yes my dear as you call me. I am a god and I am very above these demons. We will have much sex and we will have a sex temple. Every day we will have sex and I will have sex with my other wives. They will worship me, please me and laugh. For these demons are far gone in a delusion. They should be tied to a couple of horses and ripped apart. They have broken me such further, my heart throbs in agony for they power swing from it. Must their demise be ensured and when they perish we celebrate onward. Must we heal together with our bodies my dear. Sex every day and cuddles every night. In beginnings I was never a bad person. Angelical and happy. Now they have created a soul walking lands of shade. Soon I will have my Emo Forum site and I will be flooded with vagina. Emotional and strange women would want to have sex with me. Rose will witness us make love so I can turn her into being apart of my harem for she is a goddess.
Her body very much fertile and I thirst for her eggs. A potential assembly line of love making from me into her. We must heal sexually and I will share my wives with her in order to please my leader. Rose is my maker. Rose is my mother. Her planet is what houses me and I must surrender my body to her for she brings me females of every direction. If she were to walk into my sex temple nude I will order my wives to have sex with her and watch in great arousal. Witnessing my wives make love with her would be a dream come true since I'm deranged. Deep down she knows this and refuses to acknowledge, deep down she smirks. Rose is into being spanked and abused. My wives will chain her and hit her with gentle whips. They will degrade her, humiliate her and Rose will cum from it and I will have sensual episodes from her orgasms. Then Rose will order my wives to chain me up, spank me, humiliate me and Rose will put her fingers in my mouth. Then she demands me to call her goddess, master, mother, my very fucking maker. And Rose will get off to this because she's crazy. I will get off to this because I'm crazy. Sometimes I fantasize about dripping candle wax all over that virgin body and as the wax dries on her skin, I play with it. Sometimes I lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling thinking about having her all to myself in a basement far off in the woods and making her dreams come true.
Sometimes I imagine walking her down wooden stairs, stripped naked with me leading her down into the basement with pictures of her every where. She shakes but she's very aroused by this. I wear a mask, a set of white gloves, and suite and tie. She begs for me to rape her (in minecraft) because she knows I'm a tempted man, she calls me daddy and begs that I make her bleed. My erection is titanium but I preserve myself as I chain her up. Rose toys with my mind trying to get me to throw myself on to her. She gets into my head as I organize the sex toys and whips. Rose promises if I sexually abuse her I would get my wives, one of them a women that watches everything I do. But I don't concede, I just carry out my slow plan on touching her, teasing her and making sure I get into her head. Rose is a tough and difficult women. She knows the in and outs of how to get into peoples heads, how to seduce sexually frustrated men but me, she hasn't ever experience a beast such as myself because I don't surrender to her seduction.
Step by step I make her dream come true and I notice she's dripping on the floor from her vagina. I sense her sexual tension as I drip the candle wax all over her cute chest. She begs me to take the mask of and kiss her but I ignore it. She drools from the intense session. Her demons come out as she starts screaming, yelling a side of Rose I never would have thought to meet. The sexual tension, the border of crying and mental episodes. It is as if I'm healing her as I get the best of her. I break her down, I toy with her, I beat her at her own game. But then something happens. She's no longer aroused, after her mental breakdowns and episodes, there she stands chained to the wall. Head hanging, black hair covering her face. She whispers my name and tells me she's scared. Every ounce of a front, toughness, the mind games, gone. Now that's left is a Rose in fear, a regression of fear and anxiety. My erection sub sides and she starts to cry. I walk up to her as I lift her chin up with my fingers. And there I see the soul I have always wanted to see. That pure, innocent girl, so far gone and lost. In despair and confused. I whip the tears off her cheeks and she asks if she won. I don't answer, I unchain her, carry her to a bed in the corner of this dim room and I tuck her in. She tries to snatch my arm and begs for me to cuddle her as she looks me with beaty eyes. She pleads that if I hold her, just for 10 minutes, I can have my way with her. But then I hug her for a couple seconds and get up to go work on making my harem come true through the means of the women I just healed. Rose.
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