It's Me, Charlie

by C.M. Guidroz

had a rough time in middle school but once I got to high school I made sure to get rid of the cats. She thought they got out and ran away. I enjoyed the popping sound their necks made when you pull on it hard enough.

Well

I spot a mop bucket in the corner and I unzip my pants quickly while I keep them in my line of view. The loud sound of my piss hitting the water fills the room. The relief I feel as I finish pissing in her mop bucket is almost orgasmic.

Nice

I can’t help but smile as I make my way to my room, knowing I’m about to see her. I sit in the computer chair and log in to my other life. The life of Charlie, a self proclaimed bookworm with red hair and freckles. I found the image online, along with several others. I filter through the notifications, I am kind of a big deal. I have over 8000 followers and I’m well known in the “book community”. I post about the books I read, making sure to engage with all of my followers, even though I only care about one.

Tooo real

heard a man once say that he wished women came with a manual, well I found it. These women literally write about the things they want, what they find sexy, and in explicit detail. I found the manual and I intend to use it. Guess What? It’s nothing like those Hallmark movies.

🥶🥶

“That’s a good girl”

Nooooo

Spit is her favorite,

“I said keep the change, now be a good girl and listen!”

have been saving something for Jessie for a little while now. Like I said, my girl loves spit. She loves when a man spits in her mouth, when he drinks from a glass and spits it into her mouth, spits in her face, the degradation of it all turns her on. She writes about it in different ways in each of her books. So, I have a special surprise for her. I can’t wait to show her. I glance over at the taco bell cup on the side of my bed, the bottom filled with a few inches of spit I have been saving for her.

No

I thought making chloroform would be difficult but it’s actually really easy, it's only 3.6L of bleach and 100 ML acetone.

Why is this underlined y’all freaks.

I have never been a confident man, my looks don’t exactly make it easy. Jessie doesn’t care about looks, she reads and posts about monsters in these books. Monsters with tentacles and all these gross things, and how much she loves these characters. She even says she needs a monster like that.

Hitting a little much

I may have taken her against her will but I am no rapist. I love this woman and by the end of tomorrow she will love me too.

If this was a toned man and not a plus size one girls would be obsessed with this.

It doesn’t surprise me that even with her tongue ripped out and her head buried deep in the dirt she still can’t shut up.

I’m just me, Charlie, a fat, itchy, balding man with a big heart. My throat constricts with the tears I fight back. She will love me, or I will kill her.