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I know this is going to get a lot of I know this is going to get a lot of flame on this or whatever, but that's not what I'm writing this for. I'm not writing this for anyone to tell me heroin is dangerous, or bad, or that I shouldn't do it. I know all of the consequences that come with diving into this drug. I'd like to say CURRENTLY I'm not an addict, I don't "plan" to become one, though no one does. I'm not approaching this with no knowledge of, I'm completely aware and trying to be as safe and cautious as I am able. But as this drug is, maybe someday I may be confessing my downfall. Anyways, I found this kind of ironic and funny - but my confession - Me and my boyfriend ( who doesn't use ) have developed a sexual fetish related to heroin. My boyfriend is a Dom, and I'm a submissive. The fetish: My Daddy holds all of my drugs. I beg him over and over to please give me my fix. He tortures me and tortures me till he finally gives me my fix, he has complete control over my mind, and because of my physical desire for it, my body too. Hehe, pretty messed up isn't it? That's how it is. I've done heroin about three times now, so more often do we play this type of game when I don't even have the drug! It makes us wild, especially me. When I DO have the drug - ****, I'm the sluttiest ***** in heat I've ever known. Done! On a side note: Because of how rarely I use, this sort of sexual fetish has kind of become a kind of way to control drug usage, which makes me a bit happy. It's like having a treat now and then, and I don't look at the drug as means to get happy quick or something to depend upon. Anyways, that's my confession! Please don't say stuff about using heroin to me, I have many friends of whom I promised I'd stay safe that I do not want to let down.

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I know this is going to get a lot of I know this is going to get a lot of flame on this or whatever, but that's not what I'm writing this for. I'm not writing this for anyone to tell me heroin is dangerous, or bad, or that I shouldn't do it. I know all of the consequences that come with diving into this drug. I'd like to say CURRENTLY I'm not an addict, I don't "plan" to become one, though no one does. I'm not approaching this with no knowledge of, I'm completely aware and trying to be as safe and cautious as I am able. But as this drug is, maybe someday I may be confessing my downfall. Anyways, I found this kind of ironic and funny - but my confession - Me and my boyfriend ( who doesn't use ) have developed a sexual fetish related to heroin. My boyfriend is a Dom, and I'm a submissive. The fetish: My Daddy holds all of my drugs. I beg him over and over to please give me my fix. He tortures me and tortures me till he finally gives me my fix, he has complete control over my mind, and because of my physical desire for it, my body too. Hehe, pretty messed up isn't it? That's how it is. I've done heroin about three times now, so more often do we play this type of game when I don't even have the drug! It makes us wild, especially me. When I DO have the drug - ****, I'm the sluttiest ***** in heat I've ever known. Done! On a side note: Because of how rarely I use, this sort of sexual fetish has kind of become a kind of way to control drug usage, which makes me a bit happy. It's like having a treat now and then, and I don't look at the drug as means to get happy quick or something to depend upon. Anyways, that's my confession! Please don't say stuff about using heroin to me, I have many friends of whom I promised I'd stay safe that I do not want to let down.
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