Lilith

So what do you want to know? You wanna know something about me, ok, here goes.

I like to fuck. I like to fuck, I like to get fucked, I like fucking, I fuck up sometimes. Start counting now – let's see how many times I can say it, right? I would venture I make it into the double digits pretty fucking soon, just keep listening.

I'm pretty adventurous, I guess. When I say I like to fuck, I mean, I like to fuck a whole goddamn variety of people. Boys, girls, trannies, post-up, pre-op, leather daddies, business bitches, twelve year old boy whores from Singapore, whatever. The best fuck I ever had was a tranny named Samantha. The most beautiful girl I've ever met – tits out to here, heart-shaped lips, and the softest skin you'll ever touch - but with a dick like you wouldn't believe. I mean, this girl was hung. It was pretty extravagant.

Have I ever been in love? Fuck that. Who needs it? I've had feelings before, I guess. But what are feelings, anyway? Near as I can tell, feelings just complicate things, and complication leads to pain, always, always, always. And then, sometimes there's blood, and you're left with scars that you can't help but see whenever you accidentally turn your head...anyway, whatever. Let's move the fuck on, shall we?

I've been running around since I was pretty young, I guess. I think I started when I was about thirteen. As for when I lost my virginity, well that's a joke – was it when I was four and my uncle wanted to have some fun with me, or when I was nine and dear old mom's new boyfriend figured I needed to be broken, like I was a goddamn horse? Doesn't matter. All I know is, I got a taste of real sex when my first boyfriend slipped three fingers in my cunt and made me suck on them afterwards. That's when I knew what I wanted – something raw, something real. Pure fucking sex.

Yeah, there's more to me than that, but you asked the question. You see me, right? I'm wearing fishnets – well, there's your first clue, Sherlock - and hooker boots up to my ass, so you had to know what I was about. Stop drooling, bitch. Your hands are shaking, I can see them from here. You may as well come into the shadows, with me.

If you want me, here I am.