Everyone has a hero that they have looked up to or have taken strength from in times of strife. My heroes just tend to be more … unique. I grew up in a different environment than your average person. My foster Mother thought I was evil, and she was scared of me. With good reason. There aren’t many who actually “like” me, but that is okay. I have always been a bit of loner.
Back to my Heroes. All of mine tend to be those who are along the lines of more violent in nature. I feed off of their depravity. I take comfort knowing that if it were possible, they would be my kindred. We would spend night after night doing all the things that they do so well. I would revel in the pure evil nature of it all. It would bring out my lustful nature in full force.
I know I’m pretty damn beautiful and that helps so much in gaining the trust of those who I play with. I go in soft and slow only to later bring a world of pain down upon those sweet no longer innocent things that lay below me. Oh, and those friends that I have? The must have the same heroes I have because they sure do love playing along right with me.














Every boy dreams about his Mommy. I know you watch me all the time, son, peeking at me while I dress and hoping to see a flash of mommy tits or pussy. How many times have I found those cummy panties in the hamper? What you don’t know is that I watch you, too. I catch you rubbing yourself and I pass your room at night and hear you moaning. How I long to hear the words “Fuck me, Mommy.” come from your mouth as I’m the one doing the jacking and sucking on my young son’s growing cock. Mommy’s pussy is so hungry for your cock and if you’d just make that first move, she would teach you everything. So, next time Mommy bends over right in front of you, feel free to come up behind me and slide some cock up under my dress. Cup my tits and tell Mama how bad you want her too. Mommy has so much experience and so much to teach you.
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