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I would like to experience something I usually like to call "continued misfortune".

I want someone to use me in public to satisfy themselves and then abandon me, naked and too fucked out to move, for any random passerby to use me just as I'm starting to be able to get back up. I want people to watch me be made into a toy for people to get themselves off, no matter their gender, and instead of calling for help, they'll just continue to use me like I deserve.

I wanna leave a nice and big trail of cum that any monster can follow into the woods, so just as I think the delicious humiliation and the staring and whispering, all the giggling and the hands running over my body and plunging fingers into me stop, something big knocks me down and holds me against the ground so hard I can't move and I get all scratched up, like the used and abandoned toy I was made to be.

And while I'm barely capable of stringing even two words together to beg, whether to stop or to be ruined completely, my breath will be stolen by a huge cock or tentacles.

I want to be used by the Monster and pushed close to insanity, too fucked silly and blissful to realize what's going on anymore, so I can only scream and drool as I'm taken on th experience of a lifetime.

I'll wake up feeling sticky and gross, all covered in cum from men, women and monsters, and feeling something thump into me, tucked nice and tight in my belly, and when my hands go down to investigate, is when the pleasure hits me, as a new monster uses me in my sleep to carry it's spawn. The orgasm that wakes me all the way up would be so deliciously sudden that it would have me screaming praises to my current lover, toes curling as I scramble to grab anything my hands can reach while I'm shaking so badly my limbs become useless.

I'll be left alone for a while, after that, so I can check myself, and realize I'm carrying so many eggs, of so many different kinds, that I can barely walk at all. Every step makes the eggs twitch inside me, and they press against spots that I never knew could feel good, so even as I'm stumbling out of the forest, I have my fingers in me, looking like all slutty as I try to walk home swollen with eggs, sticky with cum, and playing with myself without noticing it.

Just as I'm getting home, someone will bend me over a parked car and fuck my throat, and then leave me there to experience another round of strangers using me for their pleasure, telling how stupid I am, for letting the monsters use me as a brood mother, how pretty I look being made to take their lust and have to hold on for dear life as I'm fucked through countless orgasms, until it feels like I won't be able to cum anymore, and then they draw another orgasm out of me.

I'll have to stumble home with cum and eggs falling out of me, until my new babies catch up to me as they escape their eggs, and I'm swarmed by the little monsters who want to either clean up Mommy, or use Mommy like I've been used until now.

Maybe I get to keep a certain monstrosity in myself, so I have to go around getting bent over any random bench or parked car and fucked by strangers and neighbors, like I also need to eat.

And instead of going tow Kirk as usual, i get to wear the tiniest skirts and mesh tops that barely cover anything, so I can get to my new post as the communal slut. I could be bouncing on a nice dick one moment, and the next I'm crawling under a desk to eat a pretty pussy that I'm being ordered to please. Maybe, if I'm good enough, I get to fuck someone, instead of always being the one getting fucked. I could break in the new sluts, get them all nice and pretty, and then go around ensuring they know what it feels like to be used no matter what you say you want. The rest of the office get to watch as I make their make up run with tears, and they beg for more, to be left used and marked up with bites and bruises from my hands holding them in place. And when I'm done, I'm pushed under the nearest skirt, so I can put my tongue to work, like the slut I should've always been.

And at the end of the day, I'll go back to that forest, and scream myself stupid as I get myself swollen with eggs and Monster cum again, stumbling back out all bitten and scratched, bruised by hands and tentacles. I'll sleep in my own home less, and more in any stranger's bed, as they get me as their sloppy little slut for the night.

It won't ever stop. It's not like I have a choice. I'm a good little slut, and everyone already knows I'm free for the taking whenever, so why should I try to make them stop? :)

Holy shit! This is... you got pretty much everything in here. This is wild! Thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule of being used and abused to write up this sexy fucking novella for us!

Fuck honey, you feel so fucking good on my cock. Yes baby, don’t stop, keep going, you got me close. You’re so incredible when you’re being a good girl and letting me fuck you this hard. I know it’s a lot, don’t stop. I got my hand right on your throat baby, I know you like it. We’re almost there. Fuck! Your pussy is like a vicegrip. Here I Cum baby, take it, take it, fuck honey, don’t stop, Fuck yes! Take it, I’m about to Cum! Don’t stop! Fuck yes! FUCK YES, THAT’S MY GIRL! FUCK I’M CUMMING! GOOD GIRL! Fuck baby, you always know how to make me cum. That’s my girl.

Generation Z is “TOO YOUNG”

you say i am too young

too young to be a feminist

too young to know my own sexuality

too young to be depressed

too young to hate

too young to protest

too young to be an activist

too young

too stupid

too naive

and you are right

i am too young

too young to be scared of bullets ricocheting through my school, embedding themselves into my fellow classmates and having to watch as the life from my best friends once bright and hopeful eyes flickers out, knowing i will never be able to apologies for that stupid fight we were having, knowing i will never be able to laugh, smile, or talk with her again, knowing i will never be able to hug her again, knowing i will never be able to tell her i love her one last time

too young to be scared of being raped by a man while i walk down the street in my school uniform because i can feel his eyes watching me and i should have waited for someone to walk with me, i should have waited for jacky to have finished her test so we could walk together because now if something happens to me it’s my fault but i just wanted to go home to get ahead on schoolwork

too young to be scared of finding my friend dead in a sticky pool of her own crimson blood because slitting her wrists and watching the blood flow was better than living or finding her body cold and lifeless on the bathroom floor with candy colored pills scattered around her and stuffed down her throat because she’d rather go out in a loopy daze than try to withstand and fight the torment and i couldn’t make it in time to stop her

too young to be scared of seeing a familiar face on the news because jordan was black and looked older than his actual age and the white middle aged cop shot in “self defense” even though jordan was unarmed and innocent or because elias was muslim and was carrying a “suspiscous” bag and was shot and later died because the police officers thought he was a “terrorist” when elias just wanted to get home to his mom and little sister with a jewelry box to give them, which now sits in peices on the concrete floor

too young to be scared of finding my lgbt friends killled, abandoned, or sent off to a conversion camp because all they wanted was love and acceptance but instead they found hate and rejection because they were “disgusting sinners” who were just “confused” and katy is finally back from camp but she doesn’t even remember my damn name

too young to be sobbing with such lose and grief over people so dear to me who were killed and died too young because no one would help them because all of their cries were “fake” because they were too young to know “real” pain

too young to be scarred, bruised, bloody and beaten by a war i did not start or choose to fight in

you say i am too young

and you are not wrong

i am too young

too young for

H O M O P H O B I A

R A C I S M

S E X I S M

R A P E

S E L F   H A R M

S U I C I D E

G U N   V I O L E N C E

and

S C H O O L   S H O O T I N G S

to be normal to me

i should not be so desensitized by this violent reality

so yes, i am too young

but you cannot blame me

for my hyper awareness of our reality

my generation was born with information at our fingertips

and we have been told to sit still and be quiet

because the adults were talking

but you had your chance

it is now our turn to speak

and our turn to fight

because our rage is pure fire

and with every ragged breath we take

our lungs get more shredded by all of the hate and misery

that is ingrained so deeply in our society

you say we are “too sensitive”

because we are “hormonal teenagers who cannot control our emotions”

and therefore we “cannot have opinions”

but you can no longer invalidate our claims as we yell for change

because the DEATH of our classmates

and the BLOOD of our friends

has paved the path for this revolution

your generation may have won battles

but my generation will be the one to win the war

my generation will be the one to instill change and bring peace

because we grew up in a hating world spiraling into darkness and death

and dying was never our biggest fear

watching the world burn around us was expected

but we fully intend to repair the damage you all have so carelessly done

>>we are generation z and we will be the ones to rise from the ashes<<

3/31/18

started: 2:31 a.m.

finished: 3:49 a.m.

sorry not sorry (credits to @arianwen44 for the artwork)

“You’re so helpful!” His wife graciously takes the smoothie from the maid as she heads out the door. They had hired her a few months ago to help around the house, and the couple quickly got used to the convenience of a servant. The maid smiles and waves the woman off to work, before turning back to the kitchen where she starts to take the dishes from the washer.

Bending over to attend to her work, the husband catches an eyeful. Her short tennis skirt hides nothing when she leans over, and her lacy white underwear is in full view of the married man. His eyes drink it in, unable to look away from her young, firm bum. The maid straightens up, putting the dishes into the cabinet and showing off her long slender limbs. She hums a cute tune as she works.

Shaking his head, he takes his coffee to his home office. I’m just looking. It’s not cheating, it’s normal, anybody would look. He rationalizes to himself. Stopping at the doorway, the maid has pranced over to him. “Before you start work, is there anything you want me to do for you today?” Her chipper voice stuns him, and he fumbles through his thoughts. “Anything, sir?” He swears the innuendo is intentional - no, he must just be projecting.

“No, just the usual housekeeping. And you don’t need to call me sir. You can call me by my name.” The maid looks disappointed. “Oh, okay… Just the usual then…” She twirls her hair. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer to call you sir…” She looks nervous, as if she’s searching for an excuse. “It’s… more professional?” An awkward pause fills the air. “Fine, I don’t care.” He concedes, and her face lights up with a bright smile. “Thank you, sir!”

He has a productive morning. Filled with energy, he pours it into his creative work. It doesn’t help disperse his thoughts, instead it focuses them. He sighs and pushes away his keyboard, unable to rid himself of the image of the maid’s beautiful body. Exiting his office, he wanders to the kitchen to refill his coffee.

Passing by the living room, the maid is kneeled on all fours, trying to clean under the couch. Shamelessly, he walks behind her to take another peek under her skirt. The man is shocked to see nothing underneath. Her bare, tight pussy shines through her thigh gap, perfectly framed by her gorgeous ass. Frozen, the married man watches her hips wiggle back and forth.

Turning her head around, an evil smile on her face, the maid’s chipper voice calls out to him. “Do you need something from me, sir?” He feels a primal anger well up inside him. He wasn’t just imagining things. This fucking slut had been teasing him for months. “Why aren’t you wearing any panties?” He barks at her. “I’m sorry, sir” she says coyly, rolling over and sliding onto the couch. “My pussy gets really wet from serving you, sir. I can’t help it, see?”

As she spawls out on the couch, she lifts up her legs and skirt. One hand pulls open her freshly shaved pussy to reveal her wet little hole. She slips two fingers in easily, then waves them in a peace sign at the man. Strands of cum hang between her open fingers. Furious, he steps forward and snatches her wrist. “You little cocktease. Flashing your naked body at me like a whore.” He pushes her cum stained hand above her head.

Her other hand reaches for his pants, and skillfully unzips them, taking out his hard cock. She touches it gently, feeling the veins from his raging erection. “I’m sorry I got you so worked up, sir. Let me take care of that for you, sir…” She guides his thick cock into her tight pussy. He grabs her hand and pulls it up above her head, holding her down on the couch. But it is too late, his cock is buried in her young body and it feels amazing.

Without thinking, he pushes himself as deep as he can go. As far in as her small pussy will allow, he feels that an inch of his cock is still outside her. Quickly he pumps his dick into her as hard as he can, desperate to fit his entire manhood inside the slut who had teased him for so long. To no avail, her small pussy can’t fit his entire cock.

The man fucks her like a wild animal, pounding his hips into her body. He pins both hands above her head with his firm right grip, his large fist fully covering her skinny wrists. The left hand pulls up her shirt, groping at her breasts before squeezing around her throat. She gasps and turns pink, squeaking out a faint “Thank you so much, sir…”

His eyes drop to his own hand. The gold ring around his finger a shocking reminder of what he’s doing. Her pussy is too tight, too warm, too wet, too fuckable to stop now. Besides, he’s already started, what does it matter if he finishes? It’s not his fault, it’s this slut’s fault. She started this. This homewrecking whore needs to be punished.

He spits on the maid’s face. Releasing his choke, she gasps for air, yelling in pleasure. “Fuck me, sir! Fuck me harder, please!” He smacks her across the cheek, then spanks each of her tits. He hits her hard, and she screams. “Yes, thank you, sir! Abuse my little body! Thank you! More!” He slaps her face a dozen more times, drool rolling from her cock-drunk mouth. Her pussy tightens with each strike. Completely lost in her body, the married man breeds the maid.

He pulls his cock from the servant. His cum leaks out of her onto the sofa. She slides down off the couch and goes to suck his cock. She licks the evidence off him greedily, slurping on his balls to make sure not a drop of cum remains. He stumbles back toward the kitchen with a mixture of euphoria and fear. Looking back to the maid, he watches her play with her creampied pussy. Her face is buried in the couch, licking his cum off the cushions. Within a few minutes, no stain remains.

The next day she brings him coffee in his office. Setting down the cup she lifts up her skirt and shows him the vibrator in her pussy and silicone plug in her ass. She hands him a remote for the vibrator and crawls under the desk. She sucks his cock while he works, he turns up the vibrations whenever he gets close, a sign for her to facefuck herself and finish him. Throughout the morning, he cums three times. Each one unloaded onto her pretty face. She loses track of her own orgasms. He looks under his desk at her cum-covered face while another one rolls through her body. “It feels so good to serve you, sir. Thank you for using me…”

The following day he fucks her bent over on the kitchen table. She wore crotchless panties today, and a matching bra that exposes her cute tits. As always, she begs for more. “Use me as your cum dump, please, sir! I’m just a little slut, you can fuck me however you want, and I’ll love it!” He spanks her hard, turning her ass bright red. “You’re only good as a fuckdoll. Good pussy, that’s all you are.” The man degrades her. “Cum on my cock, it makes your pussy tighter.” She moans, rubbing her clit. “I’m trying, sir!” He spanks her again. “Cum, you stupid bitch.” Her humiliation pushes her over the edge and she cums. That night the man and his wife eat dinner at that table.

At the end of the week, the maid and the man are fucking in the bed. The same bed he had sex with his wife in that morning. The girl wears restraints: Wrists cuffed together, a collar and leash around her neck. The man pulls on the leash, choking her while he stretches out her pussy. She rides his cock and whines pathetically. “Faster, slut. You can service my cock better than that.” She obeys.

Feeling him fill her pussy up again, she smiles and pulls his cock from her hole. She licks their cum off his half-hard dick. He relaxes as she cleans him. His phone buzzes, and he checks it. A text from his wife. Work is slow, and she wants to chat to pass the time. Ever the dutiful husband, he entertains her, chatting with the woman he loves while the young servant girl gives him a blowjob.

“Sir? I have a question… may I?”

“Go ahead, slut.”

“Do you want to be with me instead of your wife?”

He leans forward and slaps her face for asking.

“No, you’re just a little girl I’m using for sexual relief, remember? You’re a servant, nothing more.”

She blushes. She licks his cock again and smiles.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

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