My Pain Slut wish by nom
Wanna know my pain slut New Year’s resolution? It’s the boring question that goes around this time of year, but my answer this time, this year, is far from that.
Lose weight, I’d say, as usual, as I’m a 12 and I’d love to be a model 8 again like in my university days. Unfortunately, I love to cook, and eat, and so it’s very difficult to achieve.
However, this time, I’m going to do it. Lose weight, I’d say aloud, but I’ll add silently in my mind, so I can become a slut. A never-say-no slut, the kind that doesn’t give a fuck about the looks of a man, the size of his wallet, his sense of humour – none of that matters, because all she wants is the dick. And why do I have to lose weight to do that? Simply because I want to look good while I slut around, because most men prefer the anorexic look these days and a pain slut is all about pleasing men.
Strict dieting, lots of exercise, and six weeks later, I know I’ll be an 8. Then I’ll go down to a bar and get my first man. He’ll either be the first one who tries to pick me up, or the meanest looking one I can get. Given a choice, I’d go for rough and mean any day. I don’t want a gentleman, I want the guy who’s going to take me out of that bar, fuck me in the nearest dirty alley, shove me down on my knees in a garbage-strewn floor, pound his cock down my throat and tear my ass up and cum on my face….
