My Motivation! Love You All!
Most Viewed Posts…
-
Story Text In Comments…Enjoy tonight’s fight XOXO You Gotta Love A Man That Keeps His Promises! -
Your Strange Aunt Steph Brought Gifts This Christmas. Each One Secretly Contains A Secret Swap With Another Family Member. Who Will You End... -
Story Text Posted In Comments For Easier Read…Enjoy! GN xOxO Now Imagine What That Spell Could Do To Your Mind? 🥺🥴 -
Story Text In Comments For Easier Read…Enjoy! <3 What A Lucky Island Visitor Wouldn’t You Say? 🏝️
I sit at the kitchen table, watching his hands curl into fists. His knuckles are white, the veins bulging beneath his skin like snakes ready to strike. The coffee in his cup sits untouched, the steam curling lazily upwards as if mocking the tension between us. "Why?" he asks, his voice low, like the calm before a storm. I've rehearsed my answer a hundred
ReplyDeletetimes, but now that I'm here, face-to-face with him, the words feel heavy, impossible to lift. "I..." My voice cracks. "It's not you. I need you to understand—" "No," he cuts me off, slamming his palm on the table so hard that the cup jumps. His face is a thundercloud, fury etched into every line. "Don't you dare give me that 'it's not you' bullshit. You tore us apart for-what? Some cheap thrill? Some guy who probably doesn't even remember your name?" His words sting because they're true. But it's not about them, not really. It's the rush. The chase. The validation. Their cocks. I've tried to stop—I wanted to stop—but the
need claws at me like a living thing, relentless and insatiable. I stand and take a tentative step toward him, the cool metal of the medallion brushing against my palm. Its surface is intricately carved with ancient symbols, a gift from a hookup who claimed it could "change destinies." At the time, I'd laughed it off, but now, I wonder if it might finally give me the control I lack. "Let me explain," I say, softer this time. My free hand brushes the waistband of my panties in my pocket—my plan is crude, impulsive, but I
need him to understand. He steps back, shaking his head. "There's nothing to explain. We're done." He turns toward the door, his shoulders stiff with the kind of finality I know can't be undone. "Wait!" | cry, lunging forward. I press the medallion to the bare skin of his
neck and shove my panties against his chest in one swift motion.
The effect is immediate. His body freezes, then jerks violently as if struck by an unseen force. His eyes widen in terror, his lips moving to form words that never come. I stumble back, clutching the
medallion as I watch the transformation begin...