My Secret World

My phone is my everything - my window into the world of salacious mortal sin - my art assistant - my sexual conconspirator - my beloved writing companion. Nothing brings my creative vision to life like my phone. It's my creative muse - endless creations that inspire creative, violent and reckless revolution - masterpiece after masterpiece flash across that luminous screen. My revolution that's only waist down - drip, drip, drip. The beauty that seduces me to pure, unadulterated lust. My sex partner - my open exploration - sluts selling themselves to get me off - degrading themselves - corrupted - humiliated - goddesses that I love even if their fathers do not. Where else can I explore my own self - my soul - the awakened masochist slut that I am - wouldn't Dad be proud! Oh, how could I forget my writing assistant - Where else can I find twisted and dark words for slut - whore - cut - blood - erection destroy - mutual destruction? - where else can I find a non-judgmental partner that encourages my wicked, fucked up lust? My phone is truly my everything - my world.