sad bastards

I could write

and spew my
disgusting filth in front of you

and then i'll get your attention

i could write about my cunt

about being raped

i'll give you all the gory details

the rape, his rough fingers

being fucked

i'll describe it word for fucking word

i'll write some sob story
of how hard my life

has been and how hard i've been fucked

how some bastard

stole my virginity

and how i was raped

in my teens

down a dark, rat infested piss stained alley

i'll write stories 

to show the world

how my cunt has been taken, used

about how bad my parents are.

i've been deserted.

ive had it rough.

they don't talk to me any more.

come on

feel sorry for me ,

come on give me pity

read me, read my filth,

can't get enough of me and like me

why don't you.

hell, i know how

to play sad losers

for sympathy

i'll spew some filth

i'll be explicit

i'll get your attention

when i talk Filth,
and about that blood soaked tampon,
being roughly

yanked out of my teenage cunt

and those crimson rivers

running down my legs

while i was being fucked by a random stranger

or how my thick thighs

will wrap themselves

around you

until they are bruised

black purple or blue

from over-use

i'll mention my folded skin

my curves

my heavy milked breasts

and i'll turn you on.

i'll make you keep coming back

for more

i'll tell you

how i will
swallow and not spit

and about when i was being fucked HARD

or when i was pressed into a pillow
without mercy
just for a good hard fuck

being used
abused

taken.

spunk dribbling

from my lips

choking me un til i want to spew

I could describe
how my cunt feels after
touching
frigging
fingering yeah it's juicy

before some twat fucks
the living daylights out of me

a good hard cock
pumping
pulsing
banging into me

filling my cunt full of hot spunk

and leaving

trails of slime

inside my bedsheets

the same ones

my kids jump in

to cuddle me

i'll tell you 

i've BEGGED for more

BEGGING

FILTHING YOU UP

yeah damn it, i could write that

and i can be a real

smart ass too

i'll blind you all

with filthy metaphor

and pistol whip your cock until it throbs, aches

and how good
will i feel

knowing that
all the sad perverts out there

will be hanging onto
my every last scum-ridden dirty bastard

fucked up word.

and i'm whoring myself around
like some sleazy hooker

waiting for the next spunk bag scrote
to appear on the scene
so I can write some more filth

knowing that

he'll be reading

with his cock out,
and i'm laughing
at which sad fucking cunt
will be falling for my pathetic drivel

wanking himself into secluded oblivion

and for all the bad

that has happened in my life

i'll keep raking

it over
and over and over

re-write after filthy fucking re-write

i'll play up

to any sad bastard

so that he'll be
thinking
i'm writing it all just for him

and i'll send him roses

and be all nice n sweet

just to make sure

he'll fall

at my feet

yeah, no shit

i'll get his attention.

and he'll
be wagging his blood filled hard cock
in my direction

thinking that i care about him

and dying to fuck me

crying..
me.. me  me
pick me.

have me, look at me, talk to me

give me attention

feel sorry for me, i've had it bad too

he'll write for me, he'll write porn

he will

yes

his life is sad and he'll make it

all dramatic

and write filthy stories back

don't matter

if it's

not quite true ..does it?

doesn't matter if his cock

is long or short, thin or fat or that his spunk squirts

just as long

as it all sounds good, good enough to wank over

and he'll read every filthy piece

i write about my soaking cunt

and hang on to my every last word

he'll admire me

ignore everyone else

just for me.

that's when me.

yeah me..i'll feel good

stealing someone elses husband, giving him the horn

and causing waves in relationships.

i know how to play them

make them HARD

fucking pathetic
dirty old men
lusting after my pussy and my filthy talk
giving them

instant hard-ons to wank themselves off with

spraying their seed everywhere

and preening themselves, getting

ready

for when i appear online

oh and how
they'll be
stroking my pathetic little ego.

sad bastards.

i can't get their attention

for being me

for being decent

but when i spew my filth

i can get it.

i get it.

yeah,

and i bet

i will feel good

about myself then won't i?

and how good will my husband feel

if he reads

the filth i write

and know

that i can't keep it in the bedroom

just for me and him

can't do it just for him

gotta share it

tell the world what we get up to

i'll give our secrets away

talk about his cock

entering my cunt, my mouth, how we do it

because

I want EVERYONE to know

that HELL YEAH

I can write about it I can write filth.

look at me.

I CAN WRITE FILTH.

i can entice pricks

sure, and that makes me no better

than

a dirty fithy fucking whore

enticing sad bastards.

and when

im feeding my rosary

through my

over worked fingers

before ramming it up my cunt so i can write about it

bet my husband is

real proud

of the way i whore myself around.

yeah bet he's real proud

of the way i can't behave myself

i mean

wouldn't you like a wife like me?

SOMEONE no better than

a whore, a filthy hooker

instead of a faithful and simple soul

who is keeping your secrets

and loving you.

bet you would prefer

to be married to a whore like me

anytime?

then i can write

some more vulgar shit

and entice some more sad cocks to stand up

for me

look at me

me me me

afterall. i'm not being unfaithful

not actually

fucking anyone

...am i?

writing filth  or talking personal

to other men doesn't count

...does it? ...does it?

bet you would love

to have a wife

like me.

... wouldn't you?

bet you would write filthy cunt stories

back to me

wouldn't you?

and your sad little wifey won't know a fucking thing

we can take the piss

out of them

with our clever words

and they won't know a single fucking thing

about it.

and when we're exposed

for the sad twats we are

we can

pacify them

tell them ... they're wrong

they don't understand

manipulate,

control them.

smooth things over

make it out that they're the

sad little cunts

and then

i'll feel fucking good about that

about deceiving them.

bet you will too  eh? you fucking sad bastard