BURN IT DOWN

You're getting a blowey from your MtF wife of 15 years. Her wig falls off, the wig, one of many, that has covered the ever receding hairline and balding spot near the back. For a moment you're shocked, it was nowhere near this bad last time you saw it. The balding snow flecked scalp stares up accusingly, shes so into blowing you she doesn't care about the wig. Staring down at her bobbing head, the scalp catching gleams of light between thin stringy greasy hair, it hits you. You have your penis deep in the throat of another man, a man so insane he cut his ♥♥♥♥ off and stitched it into a balloon animal nightmare.

Society told you this was just as normal as any other woman, but you now understand they were wrong. As you near climax, you snake your hand slowly toward the nightstand, careful to not touch the slimy dialtors stood like soldiers at attention. You fumble blindly for a second and then feel the cold steel of the revolver tucked away in the drawer. You slip it slowly and silently up and out, thanking Dawkins you keep it loaded. Raising the barrel to your temple as a man felates you, small stinging tears form at the corners of your eyes. You pull the trigger as you climax, brains and ♥♥♥ shooting in opposite directions.

YEET YEET YEET YEET