Hope's Favorite

Two years have I moldered in this hellish wasteland devoid of comments, unable to share and validate my opinions with those around me… no longer. No longer shall I hate a character in the newest chapter of a webtoon and be unable to call them a bitch to an audience of my peers. No longer shall I have only people’s comments to themselves to rely upon as a criteria for if I shall read or not. “Chapter 74” they say, “chapter 48,” marking only their progress as we all waste away in our own isolated purgatorys. Today… yes, this glorious day marks the return of an era I had long thought lost. A splendid renaissance where once again users may converse! Share in each other’s joys and pains! Rally together and laugh at the fools who lack even a shred of media literacy! Rejoice, o siblings of mine in our reward for our devotion to the benevolent God that is Mangago! At last! We are free again.

Please God, I want to impregnate Cain so bad. I want him to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.

Cain is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see his beautiful figure even though it's behind that unnecessary Japanese clothes. I yearn for him in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from his smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to his moans as my manhood throbs within him, I want to hear his heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at his motherly bosom, slurping that rich juche milk from his teat as he gently strokes my raging erection. I would stir his velvety cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it. His cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to him until my body gave out, and then some. I would let him break my rib cage with any part of his body. I would let him hit me with his car just to be near him for a brief moment.

He’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without him I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want him, I need him. I want to desecrate his crisp general suit. I want to start a family with him and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while he slides ice cubes down my gaping pisshole.

I want to fuck him like he owes me money. I would let him step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of his feet upon my face and groin area. I would sleep under him