I... I don't even know where to start. It's like... it's like this darkness inside me, this desperate need that consumes everything, that makes me do things I never thought I'd be capable of. It's like I'm drowning, suffocating in this overwhelming desire, this hunger that can never be satisfied.

I remember that night so vividly, the way the alcohol burned down my throat, fueling the fire that raged inside me. My best friend, the one I'd been secretly lusting after for years, was there with me, and I couldn't resist anymore. I was drunk, I was horny, and he was there, so why the hell not?

But... but he didn't want me, not really. He made it abundantly clear how repulsed he was by my thick body, my soft tits that he could barely stand to touch. He didn't even want to kiss me, for fuck's sake. But I didn't care. I was desperate, so desperate for his touch, his attention, that I would have done anything.

And he fucked me, oh God, he fucked me so hard, so selfishly, not giving a single damn about my pleasure, only his own. He humiliated me, mocking my fat wobbling as he pounded into me, slapping me like I was nothing but a piece of meat. And he knew... he knew I wasn't on birth control, but he didn't care. He fucked me raw, he took me without protection, without a second thought.

It was my first time, you know? Fucking without a condom. He was the first guy to put a load into my pussy, flooding my womb with his dirty cum, marking me as his, staining me forever with his filthy seed. And in that moment, as I felt him fill me up, as I felt his cum dripping out of me, I knew... I knew I was lost. I was a slut, a whore, and I fucking loved it.