Hello! I assume since you're reading this you're actually really curious about me. Well, either that, or you're bored. Either way, my name is anonymous, but you can call me Anon. I am the Slytherin Prince, bitches. I write kinky stories because I have no life, and live my life vicariously through my characters. I update a lot, sometimes two times a day.
Even though I look like a human, I am actually an extraterrestrial koala bear from the planet of koal-tu-ranus, that speaks only Koalaneese.
Most of my friends are the voices in my head. Sometimes they get me in a lot of trouble, but they've been with me most of my life!
Despite me being actually pretty psychotic and strange, everybody loves me! Nah....
Possibly because I'm suave as fuck. And weird. Possibly more so because I'm sexy.
I'm a huge horror fan, and I watch more criminal minds than should be legal. I chain smoke to hide the fact that my personality is pretty much shit and to help me control the level of shade I throw at bitches.
I don't go by the days of the week, because if I did, I'd probably forget them. I haven't found any boxers with the days of the week on them... YET. I'm still searching.
Contrary to popular belief, I'm actually just a self-loathing big mouth who can't help but tell the truth, no matter whose feelings get hurt.
Yeah, the rumors are terrible but true.
I am a dick. I am a cunt. I'm too straight-forward, and I run my mouth too much. My attitude is bigger than my heart, and I literally do not care unless I like you. Otherwise, you can literally just fuck off.
Whatever. But seriously, if you want to chat, I'm practically always on. And I'm actually not that bad unless you are a vapid cock-sucker. Then, you should be afraid. Very afraid.
I'm just spit-balling you.
Thanks for reading this and hopefully laughing at the expense of my ego, because why not? Also, thanks for reading my stories, I appreciate every single one of the reads, votes and comments.
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by Alexander Devries
Though it would seem degrading, there's nothing more freeing for him than kneeling at the door, patiently waiting for his daddies return. For him, there's nothing more uplifting than his daddy calling him a good little puppy, or petting his head. His daddy got him, he understood.
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