When I smoke or slam meth, I offer myself to sin. I enjoy allowing sin to engulf me and own me. When I was young a man gave me some meth, I was young and stupid; I didn't know any better. After 4 hits, next thing I knew 1 man was in my ass, another my pussy, and a third pounding my mouth. I gave my soul to cock and meth that day. Meth makes the innocent submit to lust of sin. My profile describes the pleasure I get from watching girls lose their souls to cock, sex, and being nothing more than holes, simply because of meth. I love it. I had a dream once that I was alive during the time of Jesus. Satan sent me down to corrupt his soul. Even though Jesus has overcome Satan's temptations in the desert, in my dream, I fuck him for hours and hours, using every drug and alcohol available at the time until he impregnates me and begs me for more. I would then offer mine and Jesus's child (a girl) to Satan, and give Satan the son of God. All I would ask in return is to be an immortal whore, fed drugs and cock forever while training God's granddaughter to be an evil sinful whore.

This is where I began my journey into true lust for filth:

Me and my friend wanted to go to her brothers party. He didn't want his friends knowing that his sister and her little friend were tagging along so he said we were sixteen. Well me and her got wasted drunk pretty quick, and she passed out. Her brother left because a girl he wanted to fuck told him to come to her place. I was sitting on the couch next to this guy who kept trying to hit one. He was probably 25. Anyway I was so excited and drunk that when he offered me the glass pipe he was smoking on full of meth, I took a hit. He kept giving me hit after hit, and the next thing I knew, I was on my knees getting my face pounded with a cock, while meth man was behind me banging me like a drum set whispering to my spun out mind, "This is exactly why you were born". The next 5 years was a bur of meth and cock. I have become more controlled and never let the situation get out of hand like that. But in those days, all a man needed to do was push on my back and I would bend over for his cock.