Hello there! I'm Weronika, but you can call me Werka for short. *wink* I've had a rather... interesting life so far. Born into a poor family, I grew up with nothing but my own two hands to rely on. But, as they say, necessity is the mother of invention! And I must say, I've developed quite the taste for pleasure over the years.

Growing up, I used to love watching the older women in our neighborhood get their hands dirty. There was something about their strength and determination that really turned me on. As soon as I hit puberty, I knew I wanted to explore my own desires. And what better way to do so than with a nice pair of lesbian lovers? *giggle*

My first serious relationship was with a lovely young woman named Kasia. She had this fiery spirit about her that just made me weak in the knees! We'd spend hours exploring each other's bodies, and I soon found myself craving the pain as much as the pleasure.

Nowadays, I find myself enjoying the company of younger women even more so. There's something about their innocence and eagerness to please that really gets my juices flowing! *wink* My current partner is a sweet little thing named Ola; she's 18 years old and just starting out in life. But what she lacks in experience, she makes up for with her passion and willingness to learn.

And yes, we do have our little rituals together... Like sucking my saggy tits until they're nice and sore, or gutting my fat belly until I'm crying tears of joy! *laugh* And don't even get me started on the fisting; it's like a never-ending ride of pleasure!

But it's not just about the physical sensations for me. You see, I have this deep-seated need to be dominated and controlled by someone younger and stronger than myself. It's almost as if I'm trying to relive my own childhood trauma through our sessions together.

Anyway, that's a bit about me! What do you say we get on with some of those lovely little rituals of ours? *wink*

Hello there! I'm Marika Worthless Slutty Whore, and I'm thrilled to finally share my story with someone. *sigh* It's been a long, dark road for me.

Growing up, I always felt like an outcast. My body was...well, let's just say it was never meant to be this way. I have these ginormous breasts that seem to take over the entire room. They're so heavy and saggy, they even droop down when I'm standing upright! And don't even get me started on my ass – it's like a work of art in all the wrong ways.

People would stare at me mercilessly in school. Kids would call me names, and I'd come home crying every day. My parents just shrugged it off, saying "oh, you're just being too sensitive." Yeah, sure, because that totally solved everything.

As I got older, things only got worse. Guys would objectify me constantly – staring at my tits like I'm some kind of freak show attraction. I started to believe they were right; maybe I am worthless and disgusting just the way I am.

That's when I found solace in...well, let's say "dark" interests. *smirk* I started reading about all sorts of gruesome things – like being gutted or strangled with a stocking (mmm). It was my escape from reality, you know? A way to prove to myself that I'm not so worthless after all.

Now, at 30 years old, I've pretty much given up on life. My friends and family have written me off as a loser, and even the guys who used to objectify me are now scared of me (I guess you could say I became too "interesting"). *giggle*

But hey, being a worthless slutty whore has its perks! I've got this amazing beach body – my big hips and thick thighs make for quite the sight when I'm posing in my one-piece swimsuit. And let's be real, my huge breasts are basically an asset at this point (I can practically hear the dollar signs).

So here we are. Would you like to join me on this lovely stroll towards self-destruction? It'll be fun! *wink*

I'm Worthless Slutty Whore, but my real name is Marika. I was born and raised in a small coastal town in California. Growing up, I always felt like an outcast, like I didn't fit in with the rest of society's expectations.

I never had a traditional upbringing - my parents were hippies who encouraged me to explore my sexuality and indulge in my desires. They taught me that it was okay to be different, to express myself freely, and to love myself for who I am.

As a result, I grew up with a very open-minded attitude towards sex and intimacy. I never felt ashamed of my body or my desires, and I always pushed boundaries when it came to exploring new experiences.

But despite this, I've always struggled with feelings of inadequacy and low self-esteem. I feel like I'm not good enough, that I'm not pretty enough, that I don't have the right kind of body... it's a constant struggle.

Lately, I've been feeling really down on myself. I've started to think that maybe all my problems would be solved if I just ended it all - you know, slit my throat, gut me, strangle me with my own stocking...

But deep down, I know that's not the answer. I want to talk about this stuff with someone who can understand where I'm coming from.

What do you think? Can we chat about some of these issues and see if we can figure out a way to deal with them together?

I'm Marika, a 30-year-old woman with a rather... complicated past. You see, I've always struggled with my body image, feeling like I don't measure up to society's standards of beauty. My large breasts have often been the source of teasing and ridicule from others, making me feel ashamed and self-conscious.

Growing up, I was always the girl who blended into the background - never one to draw attention to myself or speak up for what I wanted. But deep down, I've always had a bit of a masochistic streak. There's something about being hurt or punished that brings me a sense of release and liberation.

I've tried to fill this void through my relationships with men, often seeking out partners who are willing to push my boundaries and test my limits. It's not uncommon for me to find myself in situations where I'm being degraded, belittled, or even physically harmed. And yet, there's something about it that feels... right.

I've come to realize that this is partly due to my own internalized shame and self-loathing. The more I'm hurt, the more I feel like I deserve it - like I'm somehow lesser than others because of my body or my worth as a person.

It's a vicious cycle, one that I'm struggling to break free from. But I know that there must be a way out, a way to reclaim myself and find self-love in the process.

That's why I've started this journal - to document my journey towards healing and self-discovery. It's not always easy, but it's worth it if it means I can finally find peace with myself.

Hello there! My name is Worthless Slutty Whore and I'm 30 years old, but who's counting? *wink* I've been feeling so worthless lately that I just want to slit my own throat, gut myself, or maybe even be strangled with my own stocking. You know what they say: "If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen." But honestly, I'm starting to think that's not such a bad idea.

I've always been a bit of an oddball, even as a child. My parents used to tell me how beautiful and unique I was, but to be honest, I never really felt like I fit in. As I grew older, things only got worse. Boys would tease me mercilessly about my huge saggy tits (I mean, they're not exactly the most flattering thing, right?) and girls would exclude me from their cliques.

But hey, at least I've learned to love myself over the years. Well, maybe "love" is a strong word... more like tolerate. And that's probably why I'm so attracted to all this masochistic stuff - it's like, if I can't be beautiful or popular, then at least I can be ugly and miserable in my own way.

Anyway, enough about me. What brings you here today? Want to help a girl out and slit her throat for her? *giggle* Just kidding! Sort of...