Graph Search by Amy S
This girl is mindfucking me on the Internet. We met three years ago on FetLife and started Skyping and she made me humiliate myself and sometimes told me to close my eyes and open my mouth and pretend she was using my face. I didn’t talk to her for a while because I was freaked out by how obsessed with her I felt all the time.
I realized recently that it wasn’t even her and I have an Internet fetish which means that I’ll consent to anything other than reality. My avatar is a total nympho and my IRL body is on a lot of psychiatric medication. This is all entirely literal. There is no fucking metaphor here. I am sexually attracted to profiles, not people.
All my data is in the Cloud and the first thing I do when I get home is set up all my screens to mirror my iPad. Yesterday, this hacker who fucks me came over and we watched gangbang porn on four screens. We didn’t make eye contact.
I’m not on birth control but I let him cum inside me because I’m the only person he fucks and I figured it was worth it. Plan B costs about $50 bucks and one of the only IRL sex acts that I enjoy is feeling a guy cum inside my cunt or ass.
I got on Skype after I kicked him out of my apartment and I told this girl who tells me what to do (again, we got back together) that his cum was dripping down my legs. The girl made me tell her everything and she ground her clit into her hand. I was on gchat in another window and I asked one of my friends if he could look up Lacan’s Klout score.
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