Wrong Fucking House
I’ve always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie, especially when it comes to sex. Most people would cringe at the thought of what gets my blood boiling. In some ways, I think that’s why I moved into my new flat before gentrification hit that part of downtown. Drugs, violence, whore, johns; my area has it all.
I’ve been leaving my doors and windows unlocked late at night when I’m getting myself off. I find rough, violent men hot as fuck.
Last night was cold and rainy, we even lost electricity. I came so many times, I passed out. I woke up to the sounds of glass breaking. I grabbed a knife and a gun and made my way in the dark to the sounds. He was tall, rough looking, and I imagined what fucking him would be like.
He told me there was no need for violence and he would just leave. I had other plans.
I made him strip at gunpoint. Very fucking nice. I pushed him down and sat on his face. With the gun at his groin, I informed him he had 5 minutes to make me squirt, or it was all over.
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Written By: Caidyn Cross
