Taboo phone sex means no limits. I am an extreme bitch. I get high, and I fuck any guy who has coke. I often fuck the wrong guys because my need for coke is way stronger than my common sense. I have picked some really bad men to party with. Pure sadists that make Ted Bundy look like a choir boy. Last week, I partied with Max. He was my age and a party boy. Comes from money, but he comes downtown to score with the other druggies just like I do. I try to avoid my own backyard because people know me. I do not want busted as the coke fiend I am. Max is a guy I know, but I had never partied with him. He asked if I wanted to go to this no tell motel with him. It is seedy as fuck. It is where junkies shoot up and hookers do crack. He said we were just going to watch porn and do lines. The room was disgusting. Like bed bugs disgusting. I just thought about the coke. Things got violent quickly. He took off his tie and choked me. I was fighting hard to breathe. He just said I was a nasty whore who deserved to die. He admitted to killing other junkies. I told him I was no junkie. I just liked my coke. He shoved a needle in my arm and said, “You are a junkie now.” I felt a wave over me. I was starting to hallucinate. The next thing I knew, a bunch of guys were in that dirty room fucking the hell out of me. I think they were. I was not really sure what was going on. But I woke up in the gross hotel room covered in cum and track marks. My body was sore and bruised. I had burn marks on me too. I felt sick as a dog too. Yes, clearly, I was in some gangbang rape porn and drugged too. Once again, I cannot trust anyone I get high with. Could I trust you?
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