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My Dark Fantasies are Often Realities

dark fantasiesWhat are your dark fantasies? I have a lot of them. I have a pretty bad coke habit. It puts me in contact with some rather unsavory people. People who make me do things that other women would never do. I think years of swallowing piss, getting gang banged in the ass, BDSM games and eating shit has made me go into an abyss. I was at a real low this weekend. All out of coke and all out of money. I was desperate. I went to the junkie part of town to find this one dude known for helping sexy MILFs out with a fix. He is known as a sick and twisted fuck, but when you need something he can supply, beggars can’t be choosers.  I hate going to that part of town. I did it though because I am an addict. I found him in this skanky warehouse that resembled something out of the Saw movies. Feces, blood, vomit, and even cum stained the floors and the walls. The smell was wretched. I thought I might toss my cookies just inhaling the vapors. I found G. That is all anyone knows him by; just an initial. He knew me; knew of my trashy reputation despite living in a gated suburb. I told him my predicament. He asked what I would do in exchange for a bump. “Anything,” I replied. Before I could speak again, one of his goons dragged me into a dirty bathroom. He forced me to clean the disgusting floor with my tongue. He made it clear that I was trash despite where I lived, therefore I was going to be treated appropriately. I was sick to my stomach. That was not enough to score me my bump. Every junkie in the place got to fuck me first. I likely left that warehouse a cesspool of bacteria, but I left with what I came for, so it was worth it.


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