My Drug of Choice
My drug of choice has always been sex but not in the way you think.
I have these moments of depression where I close myself off.
Not wanting to feel anything.
I revert to my old ways.
My online persona
This make-believe person who’s forms sexual attachments to complete strangers
Who wants nothing but to give pleasure and to dominate.
To find gratification in knowing that she can please a man.
Make him believe he’s in control.
Fulfilling his every desire and need
Becoming whomever, he lusts for
I find my own pleasure and release hearing them cum for me calling my name.
I get off on knowing they worship me.
Fall to their knees to please me.
But they never do
At least not the real me
They only feed this need I must forget.
My drug of choice is them.
Faceless strangers
Stroking my ego as I stroke their cocks.