Tiny girl, big package. That’s the slogan of AryaMusk and her whole OnlyFans page. Okay, maybe not the WHOLE page. Arya has like 70 posts, which in the grand scheme of things is absolutely nothing. The good thing is, her OnlyFans subscription is absolutely free. And yes, Arya has a penis and curves that your girlfriend is jealous of. Arya is the type of woman you’d cheat with while telling your wife you are hanging out with a buddy. Meanwhile, you’re hanging on her cock, slobbering it up like a good boy while she flaunts that ass for you. Also, the best way to win a woman’s heart is through her mind, right? Well, Arya is still in college, studying psychology, so don’t try your bullshit pickup lines and tricks on her. They won’t work. You’ll just embarrass yourself like a stupid little coomer.
I can read her pretty well, though. A psych student still folds when the right man talks to the right wound. That is the Carnegie talking. Then Jung taps me on the shoulder and says she already knows I am projecting. And don’t even get me started on my psychotic side, or I’ll start quoting Johan Liebert and the insane manga I’ve been reading. I am a coomer with a library card and a hard-on, about to embarrass myself exactly the way I just warned you not to. Because the truth is, I do not want to win her mind… I want her to grab my hair, flaunt that ass, and talk to me like I am a case study that happens to gag well. Isn’t that what we’re all here for? Unless you skipped an assignment in the same class Arya is attending, and for some reason you know her OnlyFans link by heart.
A Cock Diploma
Okay, the posts? Teases. A bunch of teases. More teases than you can imagine. Arya is just flaunting her amazing frame in crop tops, booty shorts, packing that huge bulge in your face… but you can’t see her face! I get that… a trans girl decides to hide her face. I’m fine with it. As long as there’s a pretty brain under that beautiful skull of hers. Plus, can we talk about the belly button piercings on her body? They are fucking dope! It really sells the look. Gives off that college baddie who effortlessly struts around the halls and turns heads vibe. I’m pretty sure Arya has confused more people about their sexuality than the sex ed class ever could. Heck, she deserves a goddamn diploma just for looking this fine! Plus, the last post Arya made was two days ago, so you know this baddie is active and thriving on the platform! She doesn’t get many likes, but still hits double digits in that department. Heck, dedicated coomers even drop a tip or two if they are feeling extra horny. But you know the real magic happens in the chat, right?
I should be in that chat. I should be the dedicated coomer tipping a couple bucks, asking about the piercings, asking what she is studying, pretending I read Jung for her. Honestly… I do not give a shit! I am too buzzed! I have been mainlining energy drinks like they are a food group, and my brain is the equivalent of a PC mining bitcoin in a forty-five-year-old neckbeard’s basement. I could slide into the DMs and do my bit. I could do the good-boy bit and slobber on that cock while she flaunts the ass. But instead, I’m sitting here talking shit like a maniac because my brain won’t shut up. That is how cooked I am… A trans baddie with a hidden face and a diploma-worthy body is on my screen packing a bulge that would ruin a marriage, and I am more interested in the way my teeth feel too big for my mouth. Plus, have I mentioned my sleeping schedule? It doesn’t fucking exist! I do this shit on four hours of sleep, and I do it better than most of my non-existent competition. That’s why I’m the best, baby!
Freud Never Accounted For This
Fuck the buzz! It’s time to slide in the DMs. Now, I’ll be honest… I subscribed to Arya’s OF page yesterday, and kinda forgot about it. Look, life happens! I can’t just sit here and talk with OF bitches all day, no matter how hot they are. Anyway, Arya has been blowing up my inbox like a desperate chick with BPD. Firstly, she sent me a selfie, showing off her amazing body. Sure… then, a neat little bundle for the price of $4.01. Three videos, four images. I haven’t unlocked that shit, and I don’t plan to. After that, she sent me a bunch of messages asking what I’m doing, what she should call me, how she wants to shower me with affection… good shit. And now, sixteen hours later, here I am… about to send my first message. Fast forward a couple of minutes, and Arya and I are swimming in the deep end, talking about Freud. I told her all about my buzz, how I downed energy drinks, and she’s sitting there examining me, replying every three to five minutes or so. Heck, I haven’t even paid yet, and she seems to be into me! But that’s the trick, isn’t it? A trans cutie like Arya would never even look my way on the street unless it was on her blue-and-white inbox.
That is the part that cooks me. When I am chatting on OnlyFans, whether with Arya or some random trans cutie I found in the hours of desperation… they always seem receptive to my pickup lines! In real life, I get rejected in the first minute! Here, let me give you a visual: I walk up, I open my mouth, and the whole personality that slays in a blue-and-white inbox dies on the sidewalk like a goldfish hitting tile. I understand the game that’s at play here: they want my money. Sure… they can have it! But at least stop pretending my pickup lines are gold and call me out! I want the challenge. I want the sexy frame, belly button piercings, and all the humiliation they can muster. I want to better myself! If they keep treating my pickup lines like gold, then I’ll grow into this delusional man, thinking chicks and dudes love my sense of humor and boldness. It’s far from the truth, actually. You, the reader, may be the only person who likes me… or at least my persona.
The Monsters Come Out At Night
And I kept chatting anyway. I attempted to smooth-talk my way into a surprise, asking for prices or whether she does customs. The truth is, I got tired of this whole chatting game. Arya is clearly there to accommodate my needs, but I’m way too tired and buzzed to do this shit. I’d rather just sit in place and stare at her posts like a needy little simp. And I’m not complaining! I like it this way. Plus, I get slightly irritated when Arya takes her sweet ass time responding. In reality, she takes like two minutes to respond, juggling me and every other coomer out there… but man, this energy drink is buzzing the fuck out of me.
I am going to be disgusting at midnight. I already know it. Right now I am too fried to keep the Freud bit going, too buzzed to care about a $4.01 bundle, too tired to pretend I am smooth-talking my way into a custom. But tonight? Oh god… Arya and I are going to have a grand time. I am needy as fuck once the clock strikes a new day, and Arya is about to find out just how needy I am. I’m going to cry about the monsters under the bed. I’m going to cry about how cute trans chicks ignore me. And Arya is going to eat up everything, and she’s going to comfort me like a baby in need of desperate trans mommy milk. Oh well, sayonara!
