Being Ella
I never dreamt this would happen, I just have this kink, this very (I thought) unique kink that the more I do the more it festers and evolves and becomes monstrous and kinky and sexy and kinky and insatiable.
It's a testament to everyone else as to why I do it, the acceptance and love that everyone who enjoys it tells me how much they love ella may, how they will leave their wife of 33 years just to host me at a gloryhole off the M4 at Reading.
3 years ago I was almost successful in hurting myself in a way that I wouldn't be here writing this story, nor would ella may be part of your daily ritual wank today. I thought of myself as a freak, ella wasn't';t defined as a personality and I hated myself so much for this thing I was doing in secret that yes, crazy as it seems I made a conscious decision to kill myself. But I didn't. I didn't kill myself, but in the place of death someone new was reborn.
This isn't creamy Brie, nor a smelly stilton, or a dutch edam so why be cheesy? I ask whilst thinking that, but ella she was. Not ella with an identity but a thought process where I said I cannot kill myself that is an overblown reaction to something that is actually so normal people host orgies off the M23 at crawley to celebrate my name with pitchers and satan who appears via trapdoor Pentagram - but that's another story for another time.
Thank you everyone who loves ella, you saved my life by being turned on.
It's a testament to everyone else as to why I do it, the acceptance and love that everyone who enjoys it tells me how much they love ella may, how they will leave their wife of 33 years just to host me at a gloryhole off the M4 at Reading.
3 years ago I was almost successful in hurting myself in a way that I wouldn't be here writing this story, nor would ella may be part of your daily ritual wank today. I thought of myself as a freak, ella wasn't';t defined as a personality and I hated myself so much for this thing I was doing in secret that yes, crazy as it seems I made a conscious decision to kill myself. But I didn't. I didn't kill myself, but in the place of death someone new was reborn.
This isn't creamy Brie, nor a smelly stilton, or a dutch edam so why be cheesy? I ask whilst thinking that, but ella she was. Not ella with an identity but a thought process where I said I cannot kill myself that is an overblown reaction to something that is actually so normal people host orgies off the M23 at crawley to celebrate my name with pitchers and satan who appears via trapdoor Pentagram - but that's another story for another time.
Thank you everyone who loves ella, you saved my life by being turned on.
4 年 前
