After you read my stories, you are shocked at how many hours you’ve spent with my words. So much of it is so degrading and wouldn’t work in the real world, but it slips into the tight corners of your mind and stays.
You shower, change into your night clothes and crawl under the sheets. Sleep. Sleep. However, sleep doesn’t come for you. Instead, twisted fantasies of worlds in which you are dominated by every man you meet rise up in your mind, they overpower you, stretching wide the doors to your darkest desires.
It’s not long before your hand is buried between your spread legs, stroking, sliding, and piercing while you imagine countless men bending you to their will.
It’s dirty. It’s wrong. It’s perfect. Perfect and you’re cumming, hard and fast, you’re cumming. You bite your lower lip, trying not to scream and wake the neighbors, but it’s no good. Your voice crashes out of you, into the room, through the walls and windows.
You’re left with the silence. A silence deeper for all the noise you’ve just made. You drift off into dreams far filthier than anything your conscious mind had allowed.
Sleep sweetly and come back for more.
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