i do love talking about it though

it's why i've grown to dislike describing what i do as providing some kind of experience. my sex life isn't a service i provide to people that anyone can just get in line for. this is just how i fuck. and chances are i'm not going to fuck you

i post a lot about what i do so it's kind of inevitable that it'll get around a bit but there's a noticeable difference between the people that take an interest in me and the people that want me to recreate the things i do to my partners on them

i don't regret it but maybe i don't let myself have months like that in 2026

her mouth is currently stapled shut as well

can you tell it's a very quiet day at work

i would really love at some point early in the new year to take a day or two off work so i can get force-intoxed and tortured for twelve straight hours

hands sewn together, mouth stapled shut, arms held up by fish hooks type shit

large chunks of the rave i do not have any memory of and it's making me genuinely quite anxious. it's not been this bad before

evil dies tonight

WHEN WILL IT END

there's still like half a gram left i just want it to end and i know in half an hour i'm gonna be racking up another line