Lust and Love

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a man using me like a good fucktoy, but still I love it
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TiaSlut
TiaSlut
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In the depths of my thoughts, a desire resides,
To find a man who sees me as more than just a ride.

I long for a lover who can make me feel true,
To be a good little toy, yet make me love it too.

As he takes me roughly, my pleasure intertwines,
Amidst my begging, moans, and passionate whines.

To be filled with his essence, body and soul,
To be degraded, objectified, and still feel whole.

I yearn to crave validation from men far and wide,
To post explicit pictures, where critics can't hide.

Strangers indulging, as they admire and praise,
As his camera captures, my passionate displays.

Sharing me with friends, in a moment of bliss,
Their desires united, as they fulfill and kiss.

A free-use whore, adoringly I partake,
His friends taking turns, no rules to break.

My training complete, my desires set free,
Begging for strangers to use and pleasure me.

TiaSlut
TiaSlut
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