you’re not just mad—you’re livid. maybe it’s at me for calling you out, for peeling back the flimsy mask you wear every day… or maybe it’s at yourself for salivating over thick, throbbing dicks when you’re supposed to be a “normal straight pussy loving ass and tits man.“ you’re pissed at your shrill, nagging bitch of a wife— her whiny voice grating on your nerves while you secretly dream of getting railed by some sweaty, muscled stud. you’re furious at the world for making you this way and even more furious at yourself because no matter how hard you clench your fists or grit your teeth, you can’t stop wanting men. you can’t stop craving cock.
