There is that part of you, that nagging, lingering part of your brain that won’t let go of wanting to be a real man. It has to, you set yourself up for the dichotomous conflict within you with your lame efforts to convince everyone that you are a real man. You go out in the world every day pretending to be exactly what you are not. Everyone looks at you and sees the paragon of masculinity and strength and the master of his own fate. But you know differently … deep down. Who you are, your identity, your very being is worthless. That’s why you crave such depraved, filthy, perverted things. You know the truth.

You look down between your legs and you know that your “manhood” isn’t long enough, thick enough, or hard enough to please anyone. You reach past your useless balls and you touch your asshole and your body comes alive. There, that’s your special spot. That’s the place that will give pleasure to men, to real men with big, hard, long, thick cocks. It’s your pussy, it’s what makes you a bitch. You love getting fucked and pounded, used like a cheap whore. You crave being humiliated and degraded, used and abused. You CRAVE it. You love being in that space where you don’t have to pretend anymore. You long to experience true depravity by being the biggest cum whore. Your thoughts are filled with being bred, bareback, taking load after load in your slutty cunt, dripping, gaping, swollen and sore, just like a true whore.

You KNOW that you were created to be spit on, pissed on, jizzed on, fucked, and thrown away like a piece of trash. It’s only when you see yourself becoming the true sissy faggot slut that you know you are deep inside that you experience any peace. You know your mouth is good for nothing more than being a toilet and a hole to be savagely fucked, your tongue is to be used until it’s sore. Just the thought of your stomach being full of strangers’ cum makes your pathetic cock drip and leak with excitement. But your thoughts are dirtier than that. You have fantasies you don’t want to tell anyone else, that make you ashamed and excited at the same time, don’t you?

You are a true pig. You do things in the privacy of your own home you don’t tell anyone but you secretly long for others to see and know and share. I know. For you, there is no greater feeling than when you are wallowing in your own dark, nasty desires. There is not greater feeling than when you are so turned on, so horny, so desperate that you will do things that most people would be repulsed and horrified by. When you get to that place, where you cease to be human and you become a thing, that is the only time you truly feel you are who