Nonickia

i like to use it as lipgloss, and let it dry on my face. nobody would ever know that i'm a prostitute looking angel with fresh cum all over her face.

"my perfect little pick me whore. what a disgusting nympho. you'll do anything a man tells you to do, won't you. anything i say."

my husband will grab my jaw and spit on my face.

"yes, Sir." my pupils are heart shaped as his cum is sliding down my face.

"that's what i thought."

i look more like a bimbo by the day, all for his own pleasure and enjoyment.

he's demanding even more sex and blowjobs now, even splitting my ass open.

i guess my little 2000s choker, ginger hair which he always requested, goth skin tight dresses and ripped fishnets REALLY does it for him.

he bruises me on the daily, just so everyone knows i belong to him, including my face and neck. as soon as one is gone, there's a new one.

in public he can barely contain himself, and pushes me into alleyways to touch my tits and feel how wet i am.

there is no feeling more amazing than my husband holding me in a chokehold with his arm, while pressing his rock hard bulge against my ass.

"this is how i like you the best. quiet. and obedient."

i'll ask him to integrate his jizz into more daily routines, like spurting it all over my food in my dog bowl. or maybe it's stored and gummy and deliciously stale.

i want to wear it on my face alongside makeup, and of course, i want to snort the fuck out of it like coke.

"you're obsessed with me." he says, lifting my chin with one finger.

"only ever you." i'm melting from his every touch.

we kiss again and again, he loves sucking on my tongue, and my spine is arching as soon as his cock slides against my cervix.

i love riding him, and i'd love to do so more often when i'm snorting ecstasy. pupils blasted, sky high.

"you get even more eager." he'll say, and i must be doing something right, because his head is falling back and his eyes are rolling back too. he can't stop moaning oh so pathetically and i feel so deliciously manic.

"that feel good daddy? you like this little girl? you made me into what i am now, didn't you? i'm a perfect copy of everything you ever wanted! isn't that right, daddy? huh? you'll never let me go, this nympho pussy is too good, right? RIGHT? i'm your favorite one, right? i'm your perfect psycho cuck, riiiight?" i'm spiraling and i'm essentially a vice, moaning far too loud for the neighbors.

"fuuuck that's tight. i know you're not doing well but god you get so good." he's thrusting his hips upwards.

when i lean down to kiss him, he grabs my throat tight enough to strangle me. he only needs one hand, holding my ass with the other.

"oh you're my favorite alright. this crazy meat gash is divine."

so divine he married it, despite me being a psych ward nightmare.

and it's thanks to him that i find any realm of stability. any realm of love. any care at all.

"i want more." i'm biting my nail, licking my own blood as it leaks out of my nose.

"i think you're well doped up enough, sweetheart."

he'll kiss me, smudging it off.

"such a pretty face for such a crazy bitch." he'll say, gently slicking my hair back.

"why did you marry me?"

"because i'm madly in love with you, stupid whore." finally he'll spurt his creamy, perfect, white gunk right against my womb.

"i love you. i'm so in love with you. only ever you. i'll do anything for you, i'll become anything for you, i'll give you whatever you wan-"

"shh. i know. as long as i never leave you. we made a deal, remember?" his cum is leaking out of my cunt.

"and when i knock you up, you'll never be able to escape me, even if you wanted to."

"i'd handcuff myself to you for eternity. nobody else will ever have you. please cheat on me, god that's so hot. i'll eat your heart out when you die." i'm rubbing my clit frantically.

"SAY IT, say that you're mine. PLEASE." i'm building up to a BPD episode.

"breathe, baby. breathe. i'm right here. yes, i am yours. till death do us part, remember?" he's so kind to me, so perfect to me, so caring to me.

he'll gently push my head to his chest, and start talking. the vibration of his voice makes me instantly calm down. and he's sliding his finger up and down my spine.

"i think you need to cum, baby." he'll lift my chin up and say.

"no, i don't want to cum. only men's pleasure matters, i don't want it, it'll make me selfish. i'm not a selfish girl, i'm a good girl, i please daddy, i'll do whatever he wants, i..."

"you're a little confused. i said you're going to cum, because your dumb little head is all over the place. and you did make me feel so so good, baby. that's an order." his grip on my jaw gets tighter.

"yes, Sir."

"that's my girl. let it out." and he's pushing the vibrator to my clit which makes my head fall back.

"i'm... a rotten girl. i'm a fucking nympho. i'm a dog. i'm a piece of shit psycho. i'm a failure, i'm a masochist pig. i..."

"you're my biggest disappointment." he's pushing his tongue in my mouth, which makes my pupils spiral.

the more i talk trash about myself, the more aroused i become. to the point of insanity.

"i'm..." i'm sobbing, arching my spine.

"my worthless garbage. you can cum. i give you permission. let it all out." he's licking my tear off.

"say you fucking hate me. please. i beg you." his lips are so close to mine.

"oh sweetheart. i don't just hate you. you ruined my life. i have to be your fucking caretaker, when you're nothing but damaged goods. a pathetic pick me girl. i'm only with you until i find something better. but you know this already... don't you."

i'm close. too close.

"you're mine even if you hate me." i'm so tense. so close. so so close.

"i don't know who trapped who. i guess that just means we're in love. and to think... i fell in love with a psycho prostitute who gets knocked up... and can only shit out a dead one."

i cum so hard my vision goes white and my spine spasms many times in a row. it's so good, i can't handle that level of orgasmic bliss. it's like i'm brain dead.

all the tension in my body goes away and all my thoughts turn to nothing.

"theeere's my girl." he kisses my forehead and i still see spots from my climax.

"you came so, so hard your cunt is pulsating." he's sliding his tongue over my neck, and he's fingering my tight hole all for himself.

feeling that right after an orgasm is possibly the most pleasure my body is capable of feeling, except for the pain induced morphine highs.

i'm screaming his name, and without warning, his cock is sliding back inside me from behind.

"you may be a fucking whore, but god you feel good. your allowance will be good after this, little pick me."

and on and on it goes. we can't ever be apart. we can't ever stop touching one another.

we moan "i love you" over and over.

i don't know how i managed to find my husband, let alone convince him to marry me.

i will make him the happiest man in the world.

i spend the majority of my days watching porn nonstop, and all i do is rub my putrid cunt compulsively. i edge with a vibrator to my clit over and over and over again.

my ultimate fantasy goal would be to never orgasm again. the masochist in me wants my clit permanently and surgically removed, as the only orgasm that matters is my husband's.

i am female, and therefore i am worth nothing. by default, i am inferior. my only use is to shit out babies for the patriarchy and the supreme male rule and leadership.

i think if i felt that snip of my clit saying goodbye, i'd have an orgasm right then and there, as my final token of pleasure, and then i'd live in darkness forever and ever. a slave to porn. a slave to sex. a slave to lust. a slave to suffering.

i'd probably kill myself, because my libido would go away, so i would not do that.

instead, i'm happy to start my semi permanent chastity journey soon.

my husband will have complete control of my climax, and he will decide when i've been good enough to earn it.

i'll depend on edging and nipple stimulation from then onwards, and i'd never be allowed to fuck my cunt by myself ever again. only my husband's beautiful, fat, white cock would.

i'll only be allowed anal, working on prolapsing my guts out.

i swear to serve my man for the rest of my life.

i am nothing.

i am a fundamental failure.

i am a waste of his time.

i am female, therefore i am inferior.

he is male, therefore i obey.

fuck feminism.

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"i fucking hate you, you stupid bitch."

he said it with this growl, and such fucking unfiltered anger. his eyes were dark and his cock was destroying my womb.

i was in heaven.

the idea of my husband divorcing me and hating my guts makes me feel euphoric.

he later apologized, and said he just got carried away.

i told him: "shut up and let me enjoy this, this is the best thing you've ever said to me in bed."

i keep wearing the same clothes, sliding his jizz all over my clit, keeping it drenched in it for days.

i wanna store his stale, moldy, and disgusting cum in a bottle and let it rot for weeks.

and then i wanna gargle on it while he spurts on my face one more time.

"looking a little pale there. getting nauseous? you wouldn't dare waste a man's most important gift, would you? no matter how much it makes you gag, or how disgusting and yellow it is."

"n-no sir, i'd... never waste it..."

"poor thing, you're going to puke so fucking hard real soon. i commend you for holding it down this long though."

"if i... puke it out... i have to drink it... all up again..."

"that's right, good girl. now where did all that dignity go huh?"

"it's...completely...gone..."