You haven't written for over a month. My fantasies are full of you, but the message box is empty. I want you to fuck me like you fuck your lovers...victims. l want to bathe in the cum and piss and spit of your posse while I satisfy the sickness within you by being throat fucked until you fill my guts with cum while twisting my cock until it hurts. And then you call me a degenerate faggot while you piss all over me ...and in my guts because your words inspire and humiliate and titilate. 

I imagine your posse of sick cunts, ten or twenty or thirty of them, all raping my arse or my  throat, punching me in the stomach so my rectum grips their dicks that much harder, ripping their cocks out of my arse to shove the shit covered lovestick into my mouth while another takes his place....or perhaps I will have to open my arse for two of the dirty pricks, who take joy in spitting on me while I push my arse down on their dicks raw. And then I have to spit the cum out on the floor and lick it up again with all the piss and cum that the guys have been spraying all over us. I'm nothing but fuck meat, degenerate fuck meat. 

Then, with my sore ribs and sore arse and sore mouth, I still have to throat you and take you up the arse and beg you for cum while you piss and spit and revel in having a whore. You torment me with the money the men have paid, trying to humiliate me with how much I did for how little. And then you leave me to clean up...and wank my cock to relieve my desire.