I love how you Tumblr girls carry so much shame.
You’ll delete the app, swear you’re done with this depraved shit, tell yourself you’re better than spending hours gooning and edging like a pathetic slut. You feel gross afterward — guilty, embarrassed, ashamed of how wet and desperate you get from the filthiest captions, the most degrading comments, the way you leak all over your fingers while calling yourself a worthless cumdump.
But the shame never actually stops you.
The second that horny fog rolls back in, you come crawling right back. You redownload the app with shaky hands, open your favorite blogs, spread your legs like the weak little gooner you are, and start stroking that needy pussy again. You tell yourself “just for a little while,” but we both know how it ends, hours later, brain melted, panties ruined, moaning like a desperate whore while you edge yourself stupid.
You love the cycle.
The guilt makes it hotter. The self-loathing turns you on even more. You get off on knowing how addicted and pathetic you really are — how you can’t stop being a shameless, dripping Tumblr slut no matter how many times you try to quit.
So go ahead, princess.
Open the app.
Spread your legs.
Start touching that shameful little cunt again.
We both know you were never going to stay away.
You always come crawling back, wetter and needier than before.
