Hey shattered prince, remember the time when one of these destitute girls came after you? It was like something out of a dream, pure serendipity. It was so easy, no need to face those demons that kept you from going up to her because all you had to do was sit there and watch her come to you. You had no chance, you were hopeless, so you took what you could and played the role in this ageless play. Every one of her moves, every embrace, intensified that familiar feeling, but this was real. Alas the real thing, and no effort at all! How could you say no? So off you go, lured into the lioness’s den, like a lamb led to the slaughter.
Even now it’s as vivid as when it first took place. You walked into the bedroom with your tail between your legs. She grabbed you, seduced you, threw you onto her bed and had her way with you. Your clothes comes off, your shame is revealed, but she doesn’t care, you’re just another slab of meat to her. All the while she exposes herself as well. But wait, she looks nothing like the goddesses of your worship. Her breasts are too small, her curves are lackluster at best, and why is she thicker than you thought she would be? All the false expectations that your object of worship has wrought are slammed against your face… And now you’re only half way there, and half way lost in bewilderment as to what happened to the image you expected to see, and in the meantime she has you pinned down, sucking the very life out of your cock, and the little purity that you had left is devoured by this lioness…
To be continued…
Israel’s Writings 