There's a fricking difference between leaving spoiled food on your counter, and a fricking compost bin. It requires acceptance of what has come to pass and an IQ above room temperature.
Or, I guess, you can pretend everything is the fricking same and eat the fricking rotten food. This works for !r-slurs like you.
I broke off another small chunk of meat, along with another part of the fricking maggot mass and pushed it inside me. This one had more maggots on it, and I stopped for a fricking moment to see if I could feel them inside me. I wasn't sure I could, but it didn't matter. I wanted them all. I needed to take them all inside me. With that thought, I went sort of wild. I started pushing bigger chunks of meat and maggots, and even handfuls of just maggots into me, over and over. I was fricking practically hyperventilating, too. I wasn't thinking at all about the fricking noise I must have been making. But now I could definitely feel the fricking maggots squirming inside me. Just the fricking idea of it made me c*m again.
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It's not simply enough to normalize societal degradation. We must celebrate it!
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There's a fricking difference between leaving spoiled food on your counter, and a fricking compost bin. It requires acceptance of what has come to pass and an IQ above room temperature.
Or, I guess, you can pretend everything is the fricking same and eat the fricking rotten food. This works for !r-slurs like you.
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Her body won't rot much as long as you get it on ice quickly; there's no reason to leave it for the worms.
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No need, the fricking worms are fricking extra stimulation
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More holes, more goals.
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I broke off another small chunk of meat, along with another part of the fricking maggot mass and pushed it inside me. This one had more maggots on it, and I stopped for a fricking moment to see if I could feel them inside me. I wasn't sure I could, but it didn't matter. I wanted them all. I needed to take them all inside me. With that thought, I went sort of wild. I started pushing bigger chunks of meat and maggots, and even handfuls of just maggots into me, over and over. I was fricking practically hyperventilating, too. I wasn't thinking at all about the fricking noise I must have been making. But now I could definitely feel the fricking maggots squirming inside me. Just the fricking idea of it made me c*m again.
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This story was a fundamental part of the development of my prefrontal cortex
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Feminism in a nutshell.
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