Ar**** Posted July 31, 2025 It was never meant to happen. It had started so simply, a date. A boring eatery, bland food, weak drinks. You’d left him early, if politely, with vague promises of another outing one makes of desperation. Another man who only wanted sex. Another man who only wanted to use and then leave you. You touch your naked neck with a lump in your throat, and duck into a nearby bar without even really deciding on it. It’s low light, ambiance and vines and vibes. Antiques everywhere, furniture in dark wood, a marble bar, and—your heart lifts—proper wine. You order a glass, savoring, holding the tannins in your wicked mouth, before you see him. The silver hair, neatly combed, the fine suit, navy; his brilliant dark eyes. He joins you, and the clock forgets itself. The conversation is thrillingly uninterrupted, fascinating, evoking relaxation and trust. Glass after glass responsibly blurs your sharp edges. He tames your beast. You leave with him, because the impossible has happened: he’s looking for a submissive. The club you go to is an immaculate sex dungeon. He slowly removes your clothes, uses toys on your body, ties you up by your breasts and wrists…. Clamps your nipples… And just when you can’t take it, he fucks you repeatedly, until you can’t anymore. Until you melt into his grasp, gasping and complete. Your lips are still stained red; but words are caught in his throat. You will meet again.
Hi**** Posted July 31, 2025 It’s beautiful, although I can’t imagine it or understand it due to my autism
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