This is a different kind of new years resolution post. It’s all about filth, and how I’m tired of your old stories that have been told to death.
Yeah, you heard me. I’m talking to you!

Silhouette of man in shadow talking on the telephone.

There’s some filth in your diary, but it’s time for some fresh ink!

I wish I had a dollar for all of you wistful cocksluts that speak fondly of what you used to do. You tell gloryhole and bath house stories of long ago with fresh enthusiasm. You reminisce about front seat blowjobs in parking lots of skeevy bars and whisper dirty bookstore secrets like a champ.

But your glory days of filth are not behind you, darling! Wake up and shake the cobwebs off your favorite fuck-me heels, because you are literally stunting your own growth! You yearn to be treated like the bitch you are and your fantasies are muy delicioso but your execution sucks.

Cum eating is no substitute for what we both want you to have….

Eat your cum? You should. Not only is it a natural way to recycle and take care of your mess, that cum of yours will constantly remind you that you are a primal, lustful animal that must feed. But cleaning up your own jizz is hardly a substitute for what we both want you to have. How long has it been? Years? Not acceptable!

This is 2016, dammit. I don’t want favorite stories of yesteryear, I want cocksucker reports hot off the press. I want breathless memories you just made. I want messy hair, smeared lipstick across your face and a spring in your step that energizes you and keeps you in sexy slut surrender.

I want fresh filth and I want it now! Now get out there and make me proud!