by SlutProblems
go for what ever it takes but buck up hon you ain't trash
Don't let the despair of this poem fool you. I loved my gig as a cum slut. This is an old poem, written in the height of my cum sluttery. These days I use condoms and all of that safe stuff. I have fantastic self-esteem in real life and I love to be demeaned and used in the bedroom. Think it's not possible? Stick around. You'll get to know me. Being a slutty piece of trash is empowering for me. It is me realizing my true self, which yearns to be truly used.