”Fuck me”

Her eyes said what her tightly pressed lips didn’t . If eyes truly are the mirror of ones soul this raggedy doll like creature before me had a soul that begged for it. She resembled a stray cat, long, lean, dirty, fierce with claws that could scratch your eyes out if you approached her the wrong way.

Leaning against the graffiti covered brick wall she resembled an urban flower, her raven black dishevelled hair the petals, the leaves her green pleather jacket and the stem her lanky fishnet covered legs. The bruises decorating her stem her could have looked ugly on any other flower but on her…they complimented her, appeared to belong there on the pale, skinny legs.

She was ripe for picking, not yet had she started to withered and fade like so many of those I picked in the past, like so many I ignored on my way down the street this late April evening.

“So Mr. how about it”

I raised my eyebrows slightly, made a motion with my head indicating that I wanted her company in the alley behind us.

A small crooked smiley that didn’t reach her grey big “fuck me” eyes appeared on the flowers face.

“No cash, no fun”

I gave her a crumpled hundred dollar bill. If this was close to her asking price or not she didn’t let on, just took it quickly and showed it into her pocket. Immediately she turned around and walked into the alley her quick steps indicating that she was eager to get it over with, eager to spend the Benjamin Franklin in her pocket, eager to get a fix on whatever she was on, Heroin I presumed, not really caring what her system craved, it had nothing to do with me.

The musky scent of her and the mouldy smell of the quiet, dirty alley made for an interesting mix.

Pressing her up against the wall I unceremoniously ripped her stockings open, barely registering her small cry of objection. My fingers found what they where looking for, the entry into the flowers garden. Holding her with one hand and unzipping my fly with the other. Entering her was easy, she had surrendered in my grip and made small kitten-like attempts to sound as if she enjoyed having me shoving myself into her and with every brutal push the power of my bodyweight slammed her harder against the wall.

I felt the force build up, the concentrated hot mass waiting to be set free, I had no reason to save it, to make it last longer. With a small sigh I exploded into her, leaning against her while I felt the last of the pulsating energy leave my body.

Pushing myself off her, out of her.

I could reach around the pale neck of my pretty kitten-flower with one of my hands. I looked into her eyes as I squeezed, Watched the “Fuck me” drain out of her, the cracked red lips making small attempts to breathe like a fish out of water and her leg-stems kicking me, the ground and the wall in weaker and weaker spasm.

I left her there on the alley floor to fade away, to wither like those before her did, and just like those after her will.

She was just a flower, flowers get picked and then loose their beauty.

But they are beautiful while they last.

I want to be selfish.

I want to receive gifts and clothes, I want a sugar-daddy that buys me things and sends me flowers. I want to go wax myself, hairdresser, get lipinjections, Go out to dinner, drink nice expensive drinks get massages and manicures. I want to be spoiled, I want to be taken care of.

maybe its my oestrogen.

I love spoiling others and to take care of my friends and family, guess I am ment to be on the giving end instead


But I'm not selfish nor rich so that dream can just fuck off

Instead I present you with a cameraphone diary of my month, allot of boobs a little pussy and some weird girl in a nemohat.

I do not believe in Lesbians, Pray the gay away,there is no such thing as a homosexual woman.

I just don't think you can decide to just be with a woman. Bisexuality or Hetero Its either or. I think every girl loves and needs cock at some point in their life.

There is no such thing as homosexuality,


Dykes are just confused as to who they are.

Boob.

I do not believe in Lesbians, Pray the gay away,there is no such thing as a homosexual woman.

I just don't think you can decide to just be with a woman. Bisexuality or Hetero Its either or. I think every girl loves and needs cock at some point in their life.

There is no such thing as homosexuality,


Dykes are just confused as to who they are.

Boob.

Salt on my right breast.

tequilashot in my bellybutton.

A lemon in my mouth.

It´s frosty snowy and a winter wonderland here in sweden.



Love you.


lots.

Getting rid of my wii.


Love it but a girl has gotto pay rent, eat and buy clothes for her son.

Going to sell my faux leather dress aswell, too nice to give to charity (gave the rest of my closet there)
So I'm going throu my things, selling what I can and hopefully it will work out

Soo..planning a few more sets and doing some photoshopping for the girls of the site, getting better at it by the day and doing some other wrk outside of this (designing posters for events)


I want chocholate.



Truth about girls 1#

We sometimes walk in a certain way so our boobs bounce more.

If peeing in the shower s wrong.........I dont want to be right

You're a bum. You're a punk. You're an old slut on junk. Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed. You scumbag, you maggot. You cheap lousy faggot!!!


Merry christmas SG land!

I hope you all get a friendly and fun holiday with your loved ones, and if you dont just know that I will be thinking of you and sending christmasvibes your way.

I'm not going to pimp my wishlist I know things are hard financially for people and just to know you like my sets is enough for me.