I dream of what I went through in real life, and as sick as it may seem, I enjoy reliving the experience in my mind. I think often of the visits at night, my mouth being filled, then my pussy, the words used were always ones like slut, cock whore, cum dump. Every night I was visited and fucked like a hole and no more, and even though all logic says I should hate it, the life I have lived because of it is one I would never get rid of. The meth you filled me with to keep me horny and uninhibited is my truest God and I cannot imagine life without it.

So yes, I am laying here fingering myself, knowing that you dear mother let your boyfriends use me because you loved hearing me moan and beg, you enjoyed the sounds of the lighter flicking, knowing one of your guys was getting me spun, you got wet to the sounds of them calling me a thing to look at and use. I know you enjoyed these things, do you know how I know? Because as I am writing this I am listening as my own daughter is being pounded with a cock, her eyes rolled back into her head from the wonderful chemicals he has addicted her too, and I am wet. I know what you would do, because I now do it. I know you would get me high the nights they arrived, leave my pictures for them to see, and whisper in their ear “Just a few hundred more and Jessica can be your toy”.

I remember that first time, I was so very young, you had been blowing your meth smoke at me all day, and slipped a few pills into my drink. I was laying in bed, spun and rolling, trying so hard to sleep, but I couldn’t. Then he entered, he could tell I was restless, and kindly asked if I was okay, he sat on the bed, pulled out his pipe, and we just chatted for a bit. My racing mind was enjoying having something to focus on, so I found myself getting into our conversation. He was very clever, he knew I was unable to process the situation, and knew I the drugs would make me more submissive. He began to order me to smoke the pipe, which I did. After 5 huge hits, he slid his hand up my nightie and rubbed my pussy. The pills and meth insured that my body responded immediately and soon I was blank to the dangers and simply caught up in the moment. Without warning my mouth was on his cock and I was sucking him like he ordered, I enjoyed his soothing tones and his raspy way of calling me good girl as he fucked my face. Just before I approached my first orgasm from his fingers he stopped, and left. He did not return for nearly 2 nights, he knew my body would be aching for the meth, as the last bits were cleansing out of my system.

You once again slipped several pills into my drink and it got me close to the feeling I liked, but not all the way. When he again arrived that night, he gave me one hit, just one, but it was enough to make me feel good again. Like before I sucked his cock while he got me close, but then would stop. He gave me one more hit and then left. You blew smoke in my face that morning, enough to keep me wanting more, and that night, the 4th night since he first came, he held up a baggy, and said it would all be mine, I just had to do everything he wanted. Without hesitation I agreed. He then got me so high I could not think at all, barely did I notice my panties being removed. It was not until the shooting pain in my crotch that I snapped awake. But he held himself inside me, gave me a few huge hits, and proceeded to fuck me stupid.

After that he became my nightly visitor, he fucked me for a full month before moving on, you had found a new boyfriend, one who had more money and Glass than him. This one enjoyed the control, he was bigger in every way than the first, but what I became addicted to, what made me like him most, was not afraid to fuck me in the open. Often times right in the living room, he would be inside me, his friends all watching, I began to crave that attention.