Dark fantasies phone sex is something that has been in my mind and in my cunt since being a young whore getting fucked by older men. From the minute they put their cocks in my holes, I knew my purpose was to drain cum from men of any age. To let them use my holes to get their balls drained.
They needed young tight holes to spray their jizz in and relax. I had the holes they wanted so I spread my legs, opened wide and pulled those ass cheeks apart as I have ever since those younger formative terws
But even as I was being used, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I was the center of attention, the object of their lust. And as they fucked me, I could feel their pleasure, their joy. It was a strange kind of intimacy, one that I had grown accustomed to over the years.
As the years went by, my cousins grew older and moved away. But the memories of what we had done together remained, etched in my mind like scars. And even though I knew that it was wrong, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia for those days.
I had been used, objectified, and exploited. But I had also been loved, in my own strange way. And as I looked back on those years, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the experiences that I had had.
They had shaped me into the person that I am today, a person who is unapologetically sexual, unapologetically myself. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
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