Quote Originally Posted by GAMEchief View Post
That's how it starts. You ask yourself that question. But you keep going back. Curiosity? Intrigue? Just how diverse or extensive of a fetish is this? Have I seen the worst? The best? Then you're casually jacking off at your computer when all of a sudden you find yourself here. "Oh hey, tits," you think. You'll just ignore the gore. "But people masturbate to this all the time." Curiosity of what that's like, what that feels like, what that thinks like. More curiosity. Then you associate it, that ejaculatory pleasure with that graphic, with that taboo experience.

Next thing you know, you're murdering drugged up hookers in an underground fighting ring as perverted, masked fans throw twenties for every punch and hundreds for every blood splat. Your genital piercing is starting to tear from the friction due to atrophic vaginitis -- you should have worn a condom, but that stopped crossing your mind a few months into your sexploits. You don't even feel the pain, because your oxy addiction keeps you satisfied. But it's worth the addiction. It feels so right, and look where you are! They don't just let anyone do this. They only let people they control, people with addictions, people who have lost all sense of personhood. It only started as drugged play, but it's opened so many realms of emotional highs and sexual climaxes that you never thought possible before. After all, this is far better than sucking some back alley cock for a coke fix, if you don't mind breaking every moral foundation you were ever raised to have.

But I digress. That probably won't happen to you. It's just a guro topic. That you keep coming back to.
I feel like I should "snap" and not clap to this, this was poetry dude.