My name is Miriam Osmelak and I have been Michael Walsh's lover, off and on, over the last 15 years. We have loved each other and we have hated each other. We have known each other's body in every possible way. We have eaten each other's shit for a thrill (it still thrills me to think that Michael let me shit in his mouth and then he swallowed it). Now we are engaged in a high stakes conflict based on deceit and cruelty and it can only really end when one of us triumphs and the other is cast down and destroyed.

Michael has suggested that I write some entries for this blog as an erotic novelty. But he will get more than he bargained for.

When we were first together and we were playing out the charade of love I conceived our perfect love child in what was then my fertile belly… We were both married to other people and that made it all the more thrilling… But before long I began to see the growth in my womb as a weapon I could use in the growing sexual power struggle between us… Michael uses his youthful body and proudly virile cock to control his women and I will not be controlled… I came to decide that I would abort our perfect baby as a way of breaking him permanently to my will… I denied my maternal self and killed the perfect child I had longed for to gain power over the man I was obsessed with.

Michael hates being broken and he resents the way I can so effortlessly break him every time we fuck… He hates the way I contract my cunt around his suddenly impotent and softening cock after he has filled my belly with his gorgeous, thick semen… Having been so strong and dominant, now he is weak and he is almost crying as his manhood fails him. I look into his moist eyes and he knows I have seen him in his broken shame... Michael is soft and defeated in his woman's vagina.

I recently joined a secret rape club and I have now been brutally raped twice… I loved it and I want more… I'd also like to watch Michael the next time he rapes a babe… Does he hurt her? Does he threaten her? Perhaps he will kill her to shut her up? That would be so erotic. The sight of my special man shamelessly and with cruelty raping another female would make me so wet.

It was not long after I aborted our love child that he left me. Tit for tat I suppose. At first I was devastated and I let myself go. I was set to become one of those failed middle aged females who sublimate their sexuality by doing watercolour paintings. They wear big loose skirts to hide their cellulite dimpled thighs and bums, work in health food stores and cry every night because they can't get a man and their menopause has started. They say they are feminists but what they dream of is a man's body and beautiful cock.

But I decided I had to fight back. I realised that I wanted all of Michael and that I would have to break him to get that. But then, with his manhood shattered beyond repair, i would have to kill the pathetic damaged boy-man I'd be left with. So be it I thought. But the journey to that point can be so special because I know we both still feel a profound passion for each other and I can't stop thinking about having his cock inside me again. And I know my cunt overwhelmed him in a way that no other cunt ever has. When he fucks his bitch mistress slut Lina Raso it is me he is thinking of as his semen fills her belly. He yearns to be my lover, my pagan husband again. He plans to be in my cunt squirting at my new ovaries (a transplant from a "donor" in the Phillipines) or up my rectum and plunging into my girl shit. I loved having his cock in my shit.

So I set about remaking myself. I went back to being a cheap prostitute, but not for long. I got myself a sugar daddy and, in return for swallowing great gobfuls of his old man's watery semen, I made myself over with the best cosmetic surgery that money can buy. Now I'm past 50 but I look as if I'm barely 30 and I'm perfect. I look better than Heidi Klum. But there is one big change. I'm devoted to evil as the ultimate turn-on.

I work as an expensive high class escort and I get plenty of work because I am both totally extreme and a hot fuck. I have also become a member of the ultra secretive Black Door club (the secret heart of the Blue Door Club).

Last night I arrived at Michael's South Yarra apartment in Melbourne without calling first. I wanted to catch him by surprise. I was dressed to seduce in a skin tight, white Italian leather pant suit and my camel toe was on shameless display. It is the place he shares with that Italian slut Lina Raso. She is getting close to menopause and she is terrified. All middle aged italian chicks turn into their greaseball mommas with their sagging bums and distended, big nipple mammaries. She diets constantly and works out every day and now she wants to get into porn as an actress. Of course Michael has turned her into an ice junkie so that might be part of it…

I walked in on Michael with his cock up the bitch's wide open cunt (breeders always have such big slack cunts unless, like me, they have them surgically restored to their delicious pre-breeder condition) and her teenage son Daniel was simultaneously fucking Michael up the anus from behind… Michael was telling Daniel that his mother would lick his cock clean afterwards because she was in love with Michael's filth... She liked it better than chocolate... This pushed the boy over and he began frantically thrusting and shaking all over… He fell off Michael and then started crying… It was all too much for him… But he had cum because I could see the last line of his semen still hanging from his cock...

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Miriam