Let Me Ruin You (Friday the 13th)

Transcript

Here we find ourselves on yet another cusp of a Friday the 13th. The anticipation, the anxiety, the superstitions abound. How's the day going to go for you? Is it going to be a good one? Is that a lucky day for you? Or is that an unlucky day? And what if you and I met on a Friday the 13th? Would that be a lucky day for you? Before you answer though, I feel there's a piece of information that I need to provide.

You see, I, my cock, rather, is cursed. And I don't know if you believe in that sort of thing, but you can take my word for it. It's absolutely true.

So whether the day ends well or poorly for you is dependent entirely upon how you feel about cursed objects. Generally, it manifests as a burning, aching desire to start. One that begins in your head as you relive the time we spent together.

The time you spent skewered on my cock. And slowly, it'll fill your entire body with an inescapable emptiness. You'll need to be filled, but you'll find that nothing satisfies the way it used to.

Is there relief? A cure? None.

At least not a permanent one. You may, for a time, prevent the feeling from spreading and consuming your entire consciousness by fitting some of your old toys inside, pushing deeper and deeper, grasping for a taste of the satisfaction you had with me inside you. I suppose I should be sorry, or at least a little bit wrong.

I should be sorry, or at least a little bit remorseful. And I could say that I'm sorry, but I'm really not. You were warned that things wouldn't be the same after.

And if you did not heed that warning, more's the pity. But take it as some consolation that I am more than willing to be the remedy you need. I can keep you satisfied.

Your head empty. Your hole filled. And all I ask is that you submit to me, completely.

And I'll take care of your deepest, darkest desires. That may sound like a lot now, but you're going to be begging me for the opportunity by the time we're done. You'll be sharing with me all of your newfound fantasies.

The ones brought on by your ruining. Ever more intense cravings to indulge our bodies in. Thrashing, gritted teeth.

Snarling and whimpers. Put in positions and given titles you wouldn't ever have dreamed of. Whore.

Slut. Toy. Mine.

Oh, that couldn't possibly happen to you, huh? One night couldn't hurt, could it? Well, then here's what we'll do.

I'll give you a last opportunity to enjoy yourself before you spend the rest of your days craving me. Go ahead. I like it when you feel good.

And trust me, it will all feel very good. Every thrust, every toe-curling, back-arching orgasm you receive will feel a hundredfold better when you're so desperately pushing your hole down on me. Trying to hit that one spot that only my cock does anymore.

Well, speaking of your hole, slide just one finger in. Now squeeze. I love how that looks.

And it feels good too, doesn't it? Well, what if that stops satisfying your craving? What if you added another? Perhaps three? A fourth, maybe.

One of your toys. Something bigger. Something wider.

Something deeper. Something with ridges. Something with texture that pushes you right over the edge.

Go ahead. Go ahead and try. I want to see it all.

I want to watch you try everything before you have me. Go ahead and add another. Take note of how they stretch your gorgeous, slippery little fuckhole.

One I'm going to be buried deep inside here very soon. Well, that slipped out, didn't it? But trust me, I won't.

No matter how hard you ride or how far I pull out before pushing every last inch back inside you where it belongs. But it won't slip. No need to worry about that.

And if history is any indicator of the future, that's about the time you're going to notice something start to change. You're not going to want it out of you. Your brain won't and your body won't either.

And slowly but surely your body is going to override your brain and it's not going to let me out. You're going to hold me and pull me in. My rock-hard member filling you up.

Oh, pulsing and pushing. Unable to pull out fully thanks to your grip. And there it is, the second sign.

That look in your eye. Oh, you're almost ready. You're so close.

You're almost prepared for me. I need you to come. I need you to get one more in before I ruin you.

One more before I give you this cursed cock and your life is changed forever. One more of your own orgasms before I own the rest of them. Go ahead and make that hole come.

Grip it tight. Fucking and squeezing. Enjoy those last few pleasurable seconds.

Before I ruin you forever. Oh, that's it. Make it count.

Oh, yes. Oh. Now look at me.

Oh, yeah, you're ready.