I knew Raul... kinda. He was a bit weird, very kept to himself but in a way that creeped people out. You could never really know what he was thinking. I was some kind of put off, but my bro told me he was alright and I trust my bro.
The trip was... odd. They two were picking the music and it was nothing I'd heard about, just a series of instrumental pieces, very complex and... off. Interesting, but strange. Even the smell of the car was a bit strange.
I was trying to be a good co-pilot but I found myself losing focus. I tried to distract myself counting the lampposts at the side of the road and I couldn't get further than five.
And then I fell asleep.
And woke up.
And fell asleep again.
And woke up again.
Every time I woke up I fell like we hadn't even moved, that we weren't even moving. I wasn't sure if the car was moving or not, and when I looked forward everything moved in a way that things are not supposed to move.
And I fell asleep again.
And I woke up again.
At some moment I woke up without my shirt on. I was just there, half naked, with Raul looking at my body. And it felt right. It felt like he had a right to look at my body, like he had some power over me that I couldn't resist.
Then when he reached and began touching me, fondling me, I was overwhelmed by power and lust. My body reacted to him exactly how he wanted me to. I got hard, so hard it hurt, but at the same time my ass felt empty and hungry.
I wanted him to fuck me.
No, I NEEDED him to fuck me.
He got a smirk and gave me one drop of his precum, letting me lick it from his finger, and I didn't dare asking for more. It wasn't my right to ask. I belonged to him and it would be what he wanted.
Then he restarted the car and got us back to the road, and began driving.
This was gonna be the best trip ever.
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@bootylove8@kwlsktfsr Now I wish I had used my main and not my horny account for this because I'd already written about this there and I'd like to link it (but I want to keep these accounts completely separated)
The thing is: we have created a predatory system in which stars are completely disposable
@bootylove8@kwlsktfsr and they have value only for as long as they're beautiful. At least most of them. And there's always someone new, younger, prettier. A dozen. A hundred. Thousands, all ready to have a go at their places, and they feel that they have to keep going to stay at the top.
@bootylove8@kwlsktfsr (I'll take only about male celebrities in this tweets, but of course this applies just as well and probably even more to female celebrities. I'll use men as an example because that is underdiscussed and this is a great opportunity to illustrate it)
The guards of the palace know that their true function is not to protect their Master. He can protect himself from anything. They’re there to serve him, and nothing compares to the moments when he uses their bodies.
There are some times when the Master just wants to fuck, and then they just want to be fucked because they want what he wants.
Their desires are only a reflection of His will, and that means nothing can compare to the feeling of being in all fours with their brothers in arms, getting his cock inside them.