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Founder of Dong Inc. /// Aging party girl, with BPD and a warped imagination
July 27, 2021

My First Time

By Rhonda

There I sat on my Nightmare Before Christmas bedspread going through my Facebook friends list, unfriending random acquaintances I met while drunk, when I came across the profile of a boy I did not know. The mystery man seemed to be around my age, maybe a year younger. I thought about unfriending him, as I did not know him, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it – not after scrolling through his photos. My God, this boy was sexy, or at least he appeared to be. So, instead of hitting the Unfriend button, I sent him a private message. He responded immediately.

The sexy mystery man was apparently as interested in me as I was in him, and after a quick chat through Facebook messenger, we scheduled a smoke session at my house for that very evening. Turned out, the boy was a year younger than me and still lived on campus, so I had to pick him up in front of his dorm. (Look at me, mackin’ on them younger dudes. What a cougar.)

When the boy hopped in the front seat of my car, I beamed with excitement. The mystery man was even sexier in person than he was in his photos. He was maybe 5’9”, with broad shoulders and the perfect fat-to-muscle ratio. He had dark hair, blue eyes and a smile that melted my heart. I couldn’t wait to get him naked.

In the living room back at my house, I packed a bowl for the sexy boy and me. We passed it back and forth, got really high and flirted for a couple hours before I got tired of listening to what the boy had to say. I jumped on top of him, wrapped my thighs around his, and shoved my tongue in his mouth. He did not object, and when things started to get hot and heavy, the sexy boy carried me into my bedroom and threw me on top of my Nightmare Before Christmas bedspread.

Eager to move things along, I pulled off my clothes and threw them on the floor, and the boy did the same before climbing on top of me. Neither one of us stopped to turn on a light, and so with us not being able to see too well, it was up to me to grab his hard cock and guide it into my wet cooter. However, as soon as I wrapped my hand around his member, the night took an unexpected turn…

I gasped – I was straight up flabbergasted. The sexy boy’s penis barely exceeded the length of my palm. To give him the benefit of the doubt, it was maybe an inch longer. At this point in my life, I had no idea a penis was capable of being this small. Sure, I heard rumors of boys with penises four inches or smaller, but I didn’t think they were true! With his member still in my grasp, I stared up at the boy on top of me. Thank God we kept the lights out, so he couldn’t see my state of shock.

Snap out of it, Rhonda. You can’t back out now. You’ve come too far. Just do what you need to do to get this over with as soon as possible. You can try to comprehend the situation later.

I took a deep breath and pulled the sexy boy’s pelvis toward mine. I moaned sympathetically, pretending to have the time of my life, as he thrust his tiny cock in and out of me. Luckily, my act was believable, and the boy finished in just a few minutes.

We both got dressed immediately after and giggled awkwardly for a while, before I drove him back to his dorm with no intention of ever talking to him again. The sexy boy drunk dialed me a few times after that, but I never picked up the phone. Our sexual experience was too cringe worthy. Unless you know what you’re getting into, your first small penis experience can be traumatizing.

Since then, I have banged plenty of boys with small members, but now I know how to handle the situation, so it is nowhere near as surprising. I welcome cocks of all sizes, I don’t discriminate – worst comes to worst, I can always jump on top and go for a ride!

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June 27, 2021

A Whore’s Depression

By Rhonda

My heart aches for someone I don’t know,
I am alone.
I open my legs all too willingly, 
Desperate to feel anything.
Always, in the middle of it all,
I stop.
My mind slows down,
And I feel dead.
I am numb.
Doing this again,
Why am I doing this again?
I open my legs again and again,
But all I want is you.

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Beautiful, I am. 
Outside.
Inside?
I die.

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Depression is a bitch,
So low, you can’t bring me back up.
I’ve melted.
You can’t pick up the pieces,
There are no pieces.
I’m just a puddle.
Scoop me up,
I’ll fall through your fingers.

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May 27, 2021

Plenty of Fish: The Online Dating Experience

By Rhonda

“Why don’t you miss me?! Just message me already! Fuck!” Rhonda hollered at her laptop open in front of her. She’d been sitting at her old wooden desk for an hour, just staring at the messages in her MySpace inbox. She wished so badly to hear from her high school sweetheart, but he hasn’t reached out to her since she moved over 600 miles away to Wilmington, North Carolina, for college. He didn’t always pay his cell phone bill, so she thought maybe if she messaged him on MySpace, he’d respond.

Rhonda was feeling lonely. Not only did she miss the love of her life – an older boy with red hair whom she met while working at a local restaurant – but she was also having trouble meeting new potential lovers at school. Let’s just say she was a bit too intense for the average Joe.

“Fine, whatever. If you don’t want me, I’ll go find someone who does!” She screamed again. Logging out of MySpace and opening a new tab in the browser, she typed Plenty of Fish into the URL bar. Rhonda created a profile on the dating site, noting her love of mashed potatoes and partying, and clicked the Register button.

Zero matches.

“You have got to me shitting me!” Rhonda yelled. She couldn’t believe it. “This dumb thing said I’m bound to find some dudes. How do I have NO matches?!”

Now, Rhonda could have given up there, but she was determined to meet someone, so she decided to look through other profiles of boys in the area. That’s when she stumbled upon Tom, a tall 28-year-old with a decent head of hair. His profile stated he was looking for a legitimate life partner, which wasn’t exactly what Rhonda wanted. I mean, she was only 18 years old. But still, Tom was super cute, so she pretended to be on the same page.

With a simple “Sup,” which remained Rhonda’s pickup line for quite some time after, a relationship blossomed between her and Tom. The two chatted sporadically for a week, exchanging numbers just in time for the weekend.

That Friday night, Rhonda walked to her friends’ dorm with a fifth of Burnett’s vodka, her drink of choice. It was custom for them to polish off a couple bottles before hitting the clubs downtown. In between shots, Rhonda told her friends about Tom.

“You’re totally going to call him tonight,” said Brody, a gay boy from California.

“I am not!” exclaimed Rhonda. “I don’t even know this dude. I don’t want to die!”

“Mmhmm, we’ll see,” replied Brody. He knew better.

And, of course, he was right. They hadn’t even been at the Liquid Room for an hour before Rhonda sent her “Sup” text. Tom responded immediately.

“Pick me up,” she told him, and he jumped at the opportunity. In less than a half hour, he was outside the club in his black pickup truck that was so big, Rhonda had to use a step and pull herself up into it. Tom introduced himself.

“Hey, hey, hey. Waddup, dude?!” Rhonda slurred and laughed. “Show me where you live!” Tom obeyed and drove Rhonda back to his house in the suburbs.

“Oh this is cute,” she exclaimed, jumping out of his truck and running to the front door. “Let me in, let me in!” she joked and banged on the door. A woman holding a small child answered.

“Um, hello?” she said, and Rhonda gasped. She was not expecting that. Who was this chick?!

“Hey mom. This is Rhonda,” responded Tom. Rhonda looked at Tom and then back at the woman and child.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize…” she stuttered.

“No, no, it’s okay. Come on in,” Tom’s mom replied. Apparently, she gave birth to Tom in her teens and got knocked up again in her early-to-mid 40s. Can you imagine?

Inside, in the living room, Rhonda completely ignored Tom and instead sat on the floor with his mom and baby sister, whom she played with for at least a half hour before Tom insisted they retreat to his bedroom.

“It was a pleasured meeting you!” Rhonda shouted and followed Tom upstairs. She wondered what his mom thought about her, a young drunk girl his son brought home late at night.

Once in his bedroom, Rhonda slammed the door shut and pushed Tom onto his king-sized bed. She straddled him, and the two made out for a long time before taking things under the covers.

“Give it to me, big boy,” she demanded and started to undress while Tom reached for a condom in his nightstand. Unfortunately for him, Rhonda was too drunk for play time. She barely took off any clothes before she gave up and started falling asleep. Tom rolled back over and saw Rhonda about to pass out.

“Oh. Well, good night,” he whispered and kissed her on the forehead.

“Good night,” Rhonda mumbled.

When she woke up the next morning, she saw that her bra was wrapped around her waist and her belt was draped over the bedframe. She was disoriented, but when she remembered the night before, she laughed.

“Hey, can you take me home?” she asked, nudging Tom to wake him up. They both got dressed and put on their shoes. Rhonda didn’t see Tom’s mom or his baby sister on the way out, but that’s okay, she wasn’t quite in the mood for another play session.

Again, she had to use a step and pull herself up into Tom’s truck. He drove her back to her dorm, where she jumped out without a hug or a kiss goodbye.

“Welp, see you later!” she yelled.

But she never did see him later. She never even returned his calls, even though she left her belt and a baby photo of her sister at his house. Don’t ask why she had a baby photo of her sister with her. It was a precious one, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t interested in seeing Tom again.

To this day, however, she does wonder about Tom. She hopes he found his life partner.

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April 27, 2021

Wooden Fate

By Rhonda

“Alright, men, gather around,” Captain Longboard shouted as he climbed up on a table outside the captain’s quarters. He kicked a pile of maps to the side. “I have an announcement to make.”

The men, who were prepping the ship for their journey across the Atlantic ocean, stopped what they were doing, looked up at the Captain and then at each other. Some of them shuddered. The Captain’s thick, wooden dick was hanging out of the bottom of his shorts… again. 

The men hesitated to walk over to the Captain. They hated seeing his dick. It brought back memories of the unpleasant nights each one of them had been forced to spend with him. The Captain often grew lovesick for his wife while out at sea, and when he did, he demanded companionship from one of the men. If the chosen one refused, he had him thrown off the ship into the ocean.

When the men finally circled the Captain, he introduced his daughter, who was standing to the right of him. “This is Sandy. She will be joining us on our journey. I want you all to be on your best behavior.”

Sandy was a beautiful, young blonde with a radiant smile, and when the men took notice of her, they all perked up. Let’s just say the flags on the ship weren’t the only things at full staff.

“Woody,” the Captain called out to a scruffy, innocent-looking man in the crowd. “You are in charge of watching over Sandy. In the next couple days, you two will make sure the sleeping quarters are set up.” Jealous, the rest of the men groaned. “Now, get back to work, everyone,” the Captain commanded.

As the men scattered, Woody walked up to Sandy. “Hi,” he said bashfully. Sandy was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. He put his hands over the front of his pants in an effort to conceal his member.

“Hi,” Sandy blushed. Little did Woody know, Sandy felt the same way he did – He was the most handsome man she’s ever laid eyes on. Her groin throbbed.

Over the next couple days, Woody and Sandy did as they were told, prepping the sleeping quarters for the journey across the ocean. All the while, the sexual tension between the two grew, so much so both of them found it unbearable being in the same space as each other and often avoided it… until the third night out at sea, that is, when Sandy approached Woody, who was sitting out on the main deck stargazing. “Hi,” she said. 

Woody sat up abruptly, and without hesitation, he blurted, “Sandy, I can’t take it anymore. I have to have you.”

“I feel the same way,” Sandy responded. “But… but I have my dad’s genes.” She lifted her dress, revealing a smooth, wooden patch with a small hole in the middle. To her surprise, Woody was not frightened. Instead, he smiled.

“Baby, I too suffer the same fate,” he exclaimed, pulling down his pants to show Sandy his long, slender wooden shaft.

Sandy squealed and yanked Woody’s head toward hers, shoving her tongue down his throat. “Put it in me,” she hollered. Woody obeyed, and thrust his member in and out of her. Sandy moaned, “More, more! Give me more!”

Woody thrust harder and faster, and as he did, their private parts began to smoke. Before long, a fire broke out, but the two did not stop fucking. Instead, they proclaimed their love for each other.

“I love you!” Woody cried out.

“I love you too!” Sandy screeched, as the two of them became engulfed in flames.

The fire spread, and soon the whole ship blazed in the darkness of the night. Most of the men, who were down in the sleeping quarters, burned alive. The few who were awake jumped ship; however, they too perished, as nearby sharks caught a whiff, charged at them and ripped them to shreds.

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March 27, 2021

Never Touch a Woman’s Things

By Rhonda

“Georgie, darling, which shirt should I wear tonight?” Joe stepped out of his walk-in closet with two dress shirts – one blue, the other maroon. Georgie, his girlfriend, sat on a rocking chair in the corner of his room, her glass eyes staring straight ahead. Joe walked over to her and stood directly in her gaze. 

“Oh baby, I know you hate when I go for a night on the town…” Joe bent over and kissed Georgie on the forehead. She didn’t budge. “Don’t be upset. Think about the reward!” 

Joe turned and faced the full-length mirror next to Georgie. He held up each shirt to his chest. “Maroon it is!” He put the blue shirt back in his closet and went into the bathroom to get ready. When he returned, he wore his maroon dress shirt untucked with designer blue jeans. His hair was slick back and he reeked of cheap cologne. He sat down on his bed to put on his shoes.

“I will be back as soon as possible, you know that,” Joe said to Georgie. “Why don’t you try to get some rest while I’m gone? I’ll shower you with gifts as soon as I return. Nothing but the best for my love!” 

Joe stood up and pulled back the blankets on one side of the bed. He picked up Georgie out of the rocking chair and stripped her of her pink gown. “No panties today, baby? You’re such a naughty girl. I can’t wait to ravish you later.” He tucked her in and kissed her soft, silicone lips. “I love you, darling,” he whispered, as he turned out the lights.

Joe drove to a bar called Liberty’s on the other side of town where no one knew him. Word on the street was that many of the regulars at this bar were desperate divorcees. 

Looks like the rumors are true, Joe thought, as he scoured the bar area. Liberty’s was a relatively small place, with just enough room for a couple tables along the back wall. On this particular night, the odds seemed to be in his favor, with more women than men standing around. Joe ordered a whiskey on the rocks and sat on a stool at the end of the bar.

“Well, look at you,” slurred the young woman next to him. “My name is Erica.” 

“Nice to meet you, Erica,” Joe beamed. Erica was exactly who he was hoping to meet. She wore a fitted purple dress that showed off her toned legs and accessorized with nothing but gold. Georgie would love this outfit.

Erica leaned in close to Joe and put her hand on his thigh. “You’re cute. Do you want to come home with me?” She asked. Judging by her droopy eyelids, swaying and aggressive advances, Erica may have had one too many drinks. Joe didn’t care though, this was the perfect opportunity.

“Sure,” he replied. “I’ll drive.” 

Erica directed Joe to a charming apartment complex just 5 blocks from Liberty’s. Her studio was in the back. As she struggled to get her key in the lock, it became clear to Joe that Erica may be a bit too drunk to fuck. Good. Eventually, Erica managed to get the door open. 

“What a lovely home you have,” Joe exclaimed. He really did like it. It reminded him of a rock star’s dressing room. Georgie would like it here too.

“It’s all I can afford,” spouted Erica. Joe looked around while she rambled on about her stupid ex-husband and their recent divorce. He admired her wardrobe – her dresses, her jewelry, her shoes. Georgie is going to freak.

“Hey Erica, where’s the – “ He turned around and saw Erica passed out on her bed, still wearing her sexy purple dress. Nevermind. He lifted his shirt and pulled out a neatly folded bag that he had stashed under his belt. 

He walked straight to Erica’s clothing racks. One dress in particular stood out to him. It was a low-cut black mini that would really show off Georgie’s fantastic perky tits. Joe was getting a boner just thinking about it. He grabbed the dress off its hanger and shoved it in his bag. Now I need accessories. 

Erica was a big fan of gold, just like Georgie. She had gaudy gold necklaces and bangle bracelets spread across her vanity. Joe picked up each piece, one by one, and analyzed it. Nothing but the best for his love. 

Across the room, Erica stirred in bed. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!” She yelled. 

Before Joe could even think, Erica had him pushed down against her vanity. She grabbed him by his shirt with one hand and yanked him close. Oh shit, this bitch is strong.

“Listen here, mister. You better tell me what the fuck you’re doing, or I will beat the shit out of you.” Erica slapped Joe across the face, and she continued to slap him until he finally caved.

“Okay, okay, I’ll speak,” he cried. “They’re gifts… for my girlfriend… She can’t move.”

“Take me to her now,” demanded Erica. Joe agreed, and together they drove across town to his studio, which was very plain and uninspiring compared to Erica’s. 

“Well, here we are,” Joe chuckled nervously. He opened his door much quicker than Erica did hers earlier. He turned on a light and called out to Georgie, “Honey, I’m home and I brought someone with me who is just dying to meet you.”

Erica’s mouth dropped as soon as she saw Georgie’s lifeless body in bed. “Um, is that what I think it is? Is that a fucking sex doll?!” She hollered. “Your girlfriend is a fucking sex doll?!” 

Joe stood completely still as Erica roared with laughter. “I love her…” He muttered. 

Erica took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She looked Joe in the eyes and said, “Oh honey, of course you do.” She smiled. He smiled back. Then, BAM! Erica knocked Joe out with just one punch. “Eat shit,” she said and spit in his hair.

When Joe woke up, he was alone in his bed. Everything hurt – his head throbbed, his muscles ached, but worst of all was the shooting pain in his pelvic area. “What happened to me?!” He screamed. He could barely move but was able to muster up enough strength to lift the blanket. He wanted to inspect his body but he was wrapped tight in layers of blood-soaked bandages. “Oh my God, what happened?! Georgie? Georgie! Where are you?!” 

Joe spotted an envelope on the pillow next to him. Inside was a photograph. “No, no no,” he wailed. He could not believe his eyes. He looked down at his bandaged pelvis and then back at the photo. How could this be? Erica had cut off his dick and fucked Georgie with it. She took a selfie while railing Georgie from behind with his dick! “Why?!” He shrieked, and then he noticed the note on the back.

It read, “Never touch a woman’s things. Georgie’s mine now, bitch. Oh, and so is your dick. Peace.”

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