sarah phillips

Dearest Mother, 
There is a tale I must tell you, this happened to me when I was still young. I was only 9 years old. I loved Shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I pray to Shrek every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given. "Shrek is love" I say; "Shrek is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Shrek. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now, and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me. It's Shrek. I am so happy. He whispers into my ear "This is my swamp." He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees. I'm ready. I spread my ass-cheeks for Shrek. He penetrates my butt-hole. It hurts so much but I do it for Shrek. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Shrek. He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Shrek looks him straight in the eyes and says "It's all ogre now." Shrek leaves through my window. Shrek is love. Shrek is life.
Your Daughter,
Sarah