You don’t actually have to pay me any change, by the way, I’m nothing if not charitable! It also feels more exciting to whore myself out for free than it does to be an actual whore, because I would never ask that anyone pay me to fulfill the purpose that I was born to serve!
As you might have noticed, this post is a touch less flowery than the last, and that is because I am revealing a few of my innermost thoughts with you, directly, in order to share a fun little source of excitement that I have been unable to pull myself away from throughout the day.
I’m thinking of it even now, in exceptional detail!
Firstly, get to know me a little better! I moved to Los Angeles a few years ago in order to chase after a number of vapid pursuits, like obtaining a position in the entertainment industry.
The only thing is, nothing gets me wetter than posting pictures of my soaked and swollen little pussy online!
Some part of me wants nothing more than to achieve that perverted version of my childhood dream, where I’m always on camera and always the center of attention. I want to be on display, even if that means taking my clothes off and bending over so that my betters can get a good look at the cum leaking out of me.
Then I’ll start talking sense into myself. “If my life was ruined like that, I could never go back to normal,” I think.
And then I hear a tiny voice in the back of my head that says “You don’t want to be normal, you want to be useful.”
Good girls are useful, and I want to be a very good girl, so I guess I’ll have to make myself very useful!