Hot Date

A tweet from subspace:

I found one…

hotdate

I arrived, knowing I was going to be beaten and fucked. Well, at least hoping I would be. It didn’t matter though. I would have to wait.

I watched impatiently, reminding myself not to distract him from his work. I tried to ignore the gloves, mask, sparks, and cock hidden within those worn jeans. I tried to forget the metal he was cutting was intended for me.

I tried to ignore the fact that I get hornier than Kim Cattrall in Porky’s when I watch men work with tools…

I’m sure it wasn’t actually forever before he grabbed my head with both hands and forced his cock down my throat…

As soon as the oxygen deprivation kicked in, my memories fade. I wish I could write about, or that there were photos of the rest of the date. Unfortunately though, the thinking part of my mind had been removed early.

I’ve heard when that happens, I am a really hot date…


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