MY OBSESSION

You know how we’ve all had someone or something we fantasize about to a point it becomes obsessive? This is a detailed account of my obsession amidst other things.      Ever since I was little, I knew I liked men, the male gaze, the…

THE WREAK

  All he did was wreak me. Yes, he wreaked my bussy. Yet all I ever wanted was to be wreaked by him and his machine gun even more. “Push it out for Daddy”, he said as he kept pounding me with that rugged meat…