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I wonder if he ever got a chub when he watch me torture someone. I bet he did.

Always standing in the corner, staring at me. Brutally beating someone tied up. Seeing me all worked up, panting as the person just slump forward. Somewhat alive, face disfigured and bloody.

His eyes always seem darken with something when we stare at each other in silence. He always seem like he wanted to do something, anything. Tormenting me by chewing on his bloody lip as his eyes scanned me.

Still worked up, I wanted to slam him against the concrete wall. Attacking his neck with my knee between his legs, my bloodied hands dirtying his uniform as I grope his thighs and ass.

I could have. No one would check on us while I was “working”. I could have taken him. Ruined him.

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rough sex, this. rough sex, that. what about soft, slow sex ??? grinding against each and whimpering into each other's mouths pathetically ??? feeling their hand on your throat, calmly possessing you ??? kissing each other everywhere, not necessarily even to make marks, just to feel each other ??? them holding your hands above your head ??? whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears ??? tracing each other's bodies afterwards just for the feeling of affection ??? cuddle sex ??? sleepy sex ???? what about that ?????

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"t has dangerous side effects" yeah it'll turn you into a slutty incubus that has to fuck for energy or else you'll die

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“ perverts “ — filet crochet by me

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To add onto that.

The amount of times we were left alone while drinking. Drinking above his limit sometimes. My hands gripping the side arm as he is so soft spoken and lively.

The amount of times I want to trip him into my lap, hearing him apologizes embarrassing as he gets up. Forcing him to stay in my lap, arms around his waist tightly as I rest my face into his neck. Breathing in his scent. He tries to escape only to find my tight gripping tighter. Hearing him about to speak before looking baffled as my hands are to grope at his thighs, talking about how pretty he was. His slurred speech as he tells me to get off of him.

I point out how he stares at me any chance he got, my left hand roaming up his thigh as my right still aggressively groping at his skin. He seems frozen, as if he trying to figure out if this was a dream or not. Whispering into his ear how it’s all just a dream as my left hand finally cup at his groin. Hearing him hiss at the feeling, his voice weary as he keeps trying to get me off of him.

Shushing him as I grind up against him, my lips attached to his neck. Leaving marks. Hearing him gasp oh so softly. “That’s it. Relax for me.” I muttered, he leans his back into my chest. Looking at me with so much confusion as I pull his dick out, his sluggish voice saying my name in question “Si.. this isn’t right”. Rubbing my face against his, saying “it’s okay. I got you. Hiding a big fella from me.” As my hands started to stroke him, his hips jerking into my touch without control. My free arm wrapping him into a headlock, my face still close to his.

His hands digging into my forearm that slightly restricting his airway. Whining at the feeling, gasping when my thumb pressed against his tip. Rutting myself against him, panting as I tell him how good he is while he begging me to stop this game, stop touching him. His cock twitch when I restrict his airway more. Attacking his neck more with marks, caving in as I ignore his pleads, eyes closed as I groan against his skin. Calling him a whore, slut as my hand moved faster. His noises got more high pitched. “That’s it. Say my name, slut. you know you wanna cum for me.”

He looked so ashamed when he did. His whole body twitching in my touch.

Of course I’m a gentleman. Cleaned him up and put him to bed. Hoping he wouldn’t remember what I did the next day.

Thankfully he woke up hungover, sitting beside me like nothing happened as he sip on his coffee. Complaining how he slept weird and how his neck hurt. Everyone noticing the new marks, staying quiet. Don’t kiss and tell rule.

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Finders keepers