Mary Lynn Rajskub is my Goddess.
I don't mean "Goddess" as a throwaway label I apply to anyone I find attractive, I mean that she IS my personal Goddess on a spiritual level. I know every detail about her there is to know, I treat her like a lifelong friend. I've watched everything she's been in, including all her comedy shows, and read everything she's wrote. I have attended her shows and met her whenever I could, and had her sign pictures that contained hidden shooped-in contracts that would slowly surrender herself to me. If you check the internet, you will also find some of the stuff I have written up about her on reputable sites. You will find out my name and age, among other things. And I don't give a shit. Of course, I never quite revealed the sheer extent to how much I truly love her.
From October 28th, 2013 (the tenth anniversary of Mary's debut on 24 as Chloe O' Brian), to July 14th, 2014 (the airing of the final episode of Live Another Day), I set up an altar in my bedroom in honor of Miss Rajskub. With my rather expensive $500 tablet surrounded by candles and carefully drawn lines that always had a slideshow of her pics on. At 12:00 AM every week an episode reached it's decennial (or aired) I made sure to bust my nuts over the screen of the tablet and to not dedicate a single drop of cum towards anyone else. I went to sleep with a printout of her on my crotch to make sure any wet dreams ended up on her too, of which I'm satisfied to say did happen on multiple occasions, with 2 dreams in particular featuring her. On the very first day after the final episode had aired and I got my driving license, I deconstructed the altar, drove to Detroit with her 'Stupid Hot' stand up playing on my radio, and threw the tablet into the river at precisely midnight as a sacrifice for my Goddess. When I got back in my car I spent the night in Detroit before driving back. Nothing in my life before or since has felt more magical than that moment.
On most days, she'll be the sweetest subservient girl you would ever meet. She will be kind, compassionate, and cute. Once a fortnight, however, I want her to dress up like Goth Chloe from Live Another Day and act really hard on me. I want her to leash me, force me to lick her fine leather boots and then her feet, sit on me and slap me silly like she did to her fictional 'husband' Morris on 24. I want to cum in her mouth and then have her reel me in a long sloppy kiss which results in most of my semen travelling down my throat. I then want her to dress me up like a pretty little girl (she supports transvestism btw, check her poetry) and make me do all sorts of things for her, such as ass-to-ass DP until we both cum and fall over from exhaustion. I want to suck her tits. I would even gladly take the privilege of becoming her toilet and clean her holes out spotlessly. I would drink nothing but her piss, spit, snot, squirt, and over time, tit milk. I would express my love for her in a way no-one has before, and it would happen precisely 24 times a year, and last exactly one hour every time, picking up from the last session. I would then film it all and put it together.
She almost became mine this year, but I missed her after failing to realize she waited backstage for me for over 20 minutes. I hope that by posting this message on selected internet threads, she will forgive me and become my wife.