As a snuff porn star, I get myself in one bad jam after another. My problem is that I take everyone at their word. Perhaps, my problem has more to do with my love for cocaine, LOL. I want to believe what people tell me because I am desperate for coke. Or the money to buy coke.
With my son I know he gets rough. But he gives me so much coke, and the good shit too, that I never feel it until the coke wears off. And then I just do more coke. But sometimes I answer ads in fetish and kink magazines or work with snuff directors for cash or in exchange for coke. And even though we agree to terms, they rarely adhere to them. But I keep remaining hopeful that one will. Or perhaps that’s just my desperation that is being optimistic.
Leroy and I go back a few years. And I have never had an issue with him. But this week he lit me up and almost ruined me. No safe words honored. No limits adhered to either. And now I can barely walk. I almost became a real snuff sex victim. He sent me to the ER for stitches. I told my husband I fell. I’m such a good actress, he believes every bullshit story I tell him.
I am Running Out of Lives
I signed up for a hardcore bondage photo shoot. But what I got turned out quite differently. He beat me to a pulp. Punched me in the face repeatedly. Not even my boy does that to me. He knows how valuable my sniffer is. Not sure what got into Leroy. He’s never been this violent with me. But after the last punch put a gash in my head he apologized and told me someone paid him for a violent phone sex session, and I was the only one he could think of who could handle that level of pain.
But I just barely handled that level of pain. Now I have 15 stitches in my head, a broken nose, and a few cracked ribs plus countless bruises. So, I guess I have no “safe,” supplier anymore. And no nose to snort the coke and dull the pain. Not even my son would ruin my sniffer.