View attachment 460711 Of course you want it to be, Marcie ... ask Messa ... she'll tell you. She's a pro. The sooner you get this straight, Marcie, the better off your life on CF will be.
Six months ago I was a young woman with a good job, a boyfriend who loved me, friends, a future! Such promises! I wanted a family - lots of kids. And to die in bed at an old age surrounded by loved ones.
But no!!! Fucking Tree had me tagged and my life went to shit! JUST SHIT! Like that! And I was filled with fear, horror and utter dread for what would happen to me. Crucifixion! For what? What the fuck did I ever do? Nothing explained! Ever! Just pain and utter degradation.
But that damn tag! It changed me. Whatever the horror and dread I had for my fate, to be nailed to a cross in front of a crowd of curious, dirty-minded spectators, the tag turned it into horror erotica for me. I was seduced by it! It made me unquenchably horny, a slut, a ravenous cunt no man could satisfy for long!
Even now, on my cross, naked and humiliated, the desire burns thr0ugh my agony as I hang.
What has become of me? What am I? I know the answer to that!
I am just a crux-bitch, a condemned cunt!
Damn you Tree! The pain is just too much . . . too fucking much . . . damn you!!!!
No, no, no . . .NO! I'm forgetting the pleasure . . . my tag, a part of me, dangling from my pussy, between my legs. Always there, filling me with such desire!
No!
Thank you Tree! Thank you . . . for the rules, whatever the hell they are!
(Who is behind all this? Who does Tree report to? Will I ever know?)[/QUOTE]
Tree would tell you but he doesn't remember who if anyone he reports to...
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I wish I could...
Wake, reaching for yesterday
Up, washing the sleep away
My mind, full of the games you play all the time
I, roll up a cigarette
Sit down, trying hard to forget
Your face, when you turned and left me again
It's not a game
Seeing your face on the wall, when it's only in a frame
It's not the same
Sleeping without you at night, not knowing if I will again
Magic mirror shines
Memories of yesterday
You wouldn't go and you couldn't stay
Deceitfully blind
To you wanting your way
Where will you go, where will you stay
Where will you stay
You wouldn't say
You wouldn't say
You've gone away
Can't help feeling sad but then I'm glad
You'll realize your heartaches today
I see your eyes
Yes the eyes that used to shine with secret tears
You know you always used to cry
I'll wait…
-the empty bed