i have so much sans porn on my computer it's almost unhealthy. the other night, my dad walked in on me watching that sexy short little skeleton get his bones filled up. right when i was going to climax, my dad opened the door to announce dinner was ready, and he bore witness to my sick and twisted fantasy. god i have so much pent up anger and trauma from growing up on a homestead after i was kidnapped by 2 gay black ex-thugs that lived on a farm, and now that i am returned to my blood family, i have so many strange sexual fantasies about undertale, due to undertale being my comfort game. as soon as the FBI returned me to my suburban white family, my birth parents gifted my a nintendo and any game i thought looked interesting. so i picked up undertale, and played and beat every possible ending. i never knew life had meaning until i beat undertale the first time. soon after, at the ripe age of 17, i learned about masturbating, and learned of my sexual attraction to sans. the way he "ugged", his gorgeous juicy voluptuous bony ass... i couldn't even enjoy normal porn, seeing people with flesh on their bones was too anxiety inducing... i realized i needed to seek out what i was into... but once i found my community, there wasn't enough... i had to draw it for myself... god... i wasn't a talented enough artist, but there was so much... god there was so much... and nobody was willing to do it for me no matter how much i offered. so i hung mysef. goodbye cruel world. i never got to try thai food or go to a skramz show.all i wanted was some skeletonussy. fuck you toby fox for never allowing me the legal rights to make a sans hentai visual novel. god if i had just seen that bony ass bounce in VR at the very least... hnghh... maybe, just maybe, i wouldve had the will to live.
