#bitemarked.txt

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tragic lack of people shoving me against a wall and then down to the ground so i'm completely trapped by their body lately

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fucked up that no one's putting a hand on my throat to keep me still while they jerk off onto my face rn

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i wanna go to a house party where all i know is that someone, at some point, is gonna spike my drink

i'm the last to arrive, full of nervous excitement as i greet everyone and wonder what plans they have made. looking around at my friends, not knowing who might have hidden motives, wondering what they'll do once i'm high and helpless and completely at their mercy

immediately getting flustered when someone remarks that i seem a bit on edge, why don't they get me a drink to help me relax? it's still early, they probably wouldn't try to drug me yet, i think, but what do i know? it would be rude to refuse, though, so i drink

with every sip i feel the whole room looking at me. one friend has already downed a whole beer and i'm not even halfway through mine. when they tease me for being a slow drinker their lighthearted jokes seem to have a predatory undertone. or maybe i'm imagining things. maybe nothing's gonna happen until the end. maybe they want to lull me into a false sense of security, get me to forget that this isn't a normal party. i guess they'll wait till i'm too distracted to watch my drink before they put something in it?

then again, what if they wanna make the most of this opportunity? maybe they wanna be efficient, quickly get me too fucked up to fight back so they can have fun with their new toy. i don't... i don't really feel right, i think, but that could just as easily be the alcohol, or the anxiety. when someone hands me a glass of water i almost chug it before remembering why that would be stupid

because this really is very stupid, isn't it? what kind of dumb slut willingly puts themself in a situation like this? by the time i start to notice the effects of whatever i've been given it'll be way too late to do anything about it. of course, by the time i'm getting stuffed full of cock i'll be too far gone to care, unable formulate any kind of coherent thought. all i can think is how good it feels to be an empty-headed little fleshlight. just a nice pliant set of holes for everyone to fill with cum <3

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yes i love it when you hit me yes i will pout about it and complain that you're being mean yes i want you to do it again. what's not clicking

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it's important to calibrate your fleshlight properly! if it tries to start a sentence with "i think..." just slap it across the face hard enough to make it forget what it was gonna say. reset its brain, toys don't think <3

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idk if getting slammed into a wall hard enough to get the breath knocked out of me would fix me but it would certainly be very fun

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sometimes guys just look better with a red ass and tears in their eyes

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sometimes sex is just getting tossed around and beaten up by someone stronger than you <3