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Fuckin  Fiona...

I have spent my days in alternate realities. When surrounded by so many people that it seems there is not enough room to turn around, not enough air to breathe, I focus on a special one. I let my mind drift to their body, lips, chest, hips, ass. My eyes stay open, I smile and greet people, I’m there physically, but my mind, and my cunt are somewhere far away, having nasty forbidden sex with people who should not be filling that place in my mind. But they do. I let them.  

Is it wrong? Yes. I’m sure it is. I don’t know that I care that it is wrong. Well that’s not true either. I care. I like that it is wrong. I like that I can float to these dirty taboo places in my mind and undress and suck and fuck and abuse and use and stretch and pop and mark as mine, if only in my head, any living being who enters my line of sight. I need it.

I’ve tried being good. The faithful Catholic, leading by example. Trying so hard to keep my mind pure. But, alas, I’m a failure. I failed at keeping my thoughts pure, and let my mind be filled with filth. You wouldn’t know it to look at me. You wouldn’t know what is in my head, what has been between my legs, what I’ve taken deep in my ass, and down my throat.

But occasionally, I dreamed of locking eyes with someone who had that same fire in them as in me. Then it happened with a sub. I recognized it immediately. I knew he would be mine. I knew he would. The deep nasty lust in his eyes told me he would never be able to say no. The fire told me his mind had been to some dirty fucking places too.

This life will be different. No more only having kink in my mind, now it will be in reality, with my pet. My cuck bitch who knows his place in my life and who meets my depraved mind wherever it wanders.

New cuck slave.

New mindset.

New Fuckin Fiona.