// when the E.D wins today...
Looking back, I ate way too much today, and I didn't even really mean to?????????? It always just....happens. And then I feel like shit mentally :))))
Not that my psychiatrist is any help. Man never pays attention to what I say- literally. Last time I spoke to him in autumn, he took a phone call in the middle of our 10min- SUPPOSED TO BE AN HOUR session that he was 2 hours late to- But he doesn't listen to me. He doesn't care. And I can't switch because our area severely lacks psychiatrists and therapists. The first time I had a session with him, he was over an hour late, and asked me when I got here. like- sir. I was in the waiting room for an hour and a half with my mother. Where tf were you at. Walkin down the hall with a coffee and stopping to talk to people. MY MOM HAS WORK. I DO NOT DRIVE. WE LIVE AN HOUR AWAY. LET'S GOOO.
I was in therapy for 10 years. Last year I got bumped to Psychiatry, but this guy is friggin useless. Not to mention, he has a heavy accent and I can't understand a word he says...No offence!!! I have always struggled with heavy accents. It's never been a thing that my brain can get used to??? If that makes sense.
Get these episodes of BED, and I can't get help because the only person who I was assigned to help me, clearly does not want to help.
Part of me....wishes.... that... AS HORRIBLE AS IT IS TO SAY!!! That I wish I had the other side of the spectrum... where I just... didn't eat. Where I'm not 200lbs+. Where I didn't think about food 24/7. Because I do. I'm always thinking about what and when I can eat next. All sides of an ED aren't healthy. I shouldn't wish that I was on the other side, because that side is hell too from what I've heard my friends talk about.
I don't know. Just... bad E.D. day. Didn't intend on having a bad day. And yet, here we areee.
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Dick is waiting for a bus when he notices the guy next to him staring intently at the glass wall of the stop.
"Uh...how many teeth do humans have again?" The guy mumbles.
"Thirty-two," Dick says helpfully.
The guy shifts his jaw, there's a cracking sound, he spits something into his hand, and he finally turns to face Dick.
"Thanks," the guy smiles, Lazarus water smearing down his chin like blood as his eyes glow the same color.
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@lulz-nematode-belmont ask and you shall receive 🫶🏻 and i'm sorry this took soooo long.
Since you were little you've always feared monsters and the dark. Especially the monster under your bed. But as you grew up, you managed to convince yourself that it was just a myth. But now, as you've moved to your new house, over the course of past few months, you feel that the monster under the bed thing wasn't just a myth to scare children.
You wake up in the morning, not even remembering when you went to bed, with bruises on your thighs and your pussy sore. You tried setting up a camera, but "somehow" the camera didn't record anything except darkness.
This time around, you're prepared to stay awake the entire night, so you get in your bed and close your eyes. After almost an hour, you feel your blanket being pulled down from over you. You remain still, and you feel giant hands on your thighs spreading your legs apart.
You feel a presence hover over you, and suddenly you switch on the lights, just to see a tall dark figure, he looks almost like a human, except he has a skin that matches the darkness of the night, his hair as white as snow. His face is pleasing to look at. Even the razor sharp teeth, you feel safe with him around, he starts to retreat wide eyed, but your voice stops him— "You've been visiting me?"
"Yeah" he replies kind of guilty. "I'm not....mad, just surprised" you laugh. "What have you been doing in your visits?" you add on.
"I've been fucking you with my tongue. Couldn't resist" he speaks softly.
You blush at his straightforwardness about what he had been doing. Honestly you didn't mind, just hoped that you could've stayed awake while he was busy eating you out. "You're aroused?"he grunts. Your eyes widen, how could he sense that? You, yourself couldn't. "Am I?" you ask to no one in particular.
"Yeah, more so than the other days." he replies anyways. "Now what?" you question to him. "I can leave if you want me to, but if you want me to stay, just know you'll never get rid of me. You will be mine and I will be yours." he replies, his voice turning dark at the end.
You pause for a bit and then just say one word, "Stay." And all hell breaks loose, you're on your back, legs spread, shorts ripped apart and him face to face with your cunt. You try to close your legs out of shyness but he holds them apart, his voice rough as he speaks "Don't try hiding yourself from me, sunshine. You're all mine."
He then wordlessly licks up your pussy. His teeth carefully toy with your clit. He eats you out with so much vigor, it makes your back arch off the bed, and he pins you down by your hips to the bed. He gets so messy, it's like he's eating you out for his own pleasure rather than yours. He continues his ministrations on your poor cunt and you cum around his tongue. He keeps on going until you come 3-4 times more.
"I think that's enough for you tonight. yeah?" He speaks. You're too tired to say anything and wordlessly pull him closer to you to cuddle him.
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// I have so many drafts right now...18 on all blogs. and I’m freaking outttt.
Also, had my doctors appointment.
My sleep auto pilot thing (where I’d take up in the middle of the night and start doing things around my room, only to be conscious a minute or two later and wake up.) Is actually parasomnia-- and because it’s so bad a 9 times out of 10, I get new sleeping meds. :’D Anddd I get to do a sleep test to monitor my brain activity while I sleep, andddd just double check for sleep apnea. Andddd I get to do a psyche test for an BED *binge.eating.disorder. Love that. But all of it’s necessary I suppose because shit. is. out. of. controlll.
good morning. (it’s 10am here. been awake for almost an hour)
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