Hazel

—Make sure to get a good shot of my muscles!

And it’s really sad to see online spaces crawling with bad faith actors and harassment while people on the sidelines applaud because violence and aggression are so rampant, that excusing it as “we are just doing the right thing!” seems like a valid reason.

It isn’t.

Even if you feel like you’ve been hurt, that is no excuse to turn it into an opportunity to harass people for “shits and giggles”.

Do better.

ocelhira’s nightly routine during the 9 yr gap

Soft lips against your neck he grips your hair as he shimmies his pants down. You slide down the cold tiles and he pulls out his cock, looking up at his face he’s smiling back at you as if he’s won the biggest prize. He tilts his head up and lets out a slow heavy sigh as he pulls you onto his cock. The weight of it rocks back and forth on your tongue. He grabs you with his other hand and begins thrusting hard and fast into your throat. Fuck he’s an asshole you don’t just do that to people but it does turn you on even more. Grunting and swearing “yeah, yeah you like that bitch? You love that don’t you” pulling his cock from your jaw saliva drools down your chin before you can catch your breath he slaps you across the face “say it” you reply with a weak yes and he slaps you again. Firmly and loudly you moan Yes! Smirking he rams his cock back in your mouth. All you can do is sit there legs splayed out and take it. How did you end up like this huh? Having your throat fucked by a stranger in a public bathroom. He pulls away and demands you stand up. Stabilising yourself on the wall you’re not even half way there before you feel your pants ripped down. Slamming you against the wall hand gripping your aching throat he rubs his cock against you “You want this don’t you?” You gurgle what is assumed a yes and you feel every inch thrust deep inside you. Body set ablaze by the suddenness you press your hips forward trying to pull him out. He pulls your hip back while he pushes your shoulders down. Arms folded over your face he’s slamming you raw and hard over and over again. Your focus on how hair dangles infront of your face as he fucks you. Waving back and forth with each thrust. He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back “tell me, tell me how much you love this cock” your moans aren’t sufficient? “I love your cock” escapes your lips, you can’t believe you’re saying these kinds of things. “Yeah tell me how much you need this cock” “mmmh I need your cock” again why the fuck are you saying these kinds of things? Oh god who cares it feels so good. “I need it I neeed it” you hear his whispered yeahs as he draws close. For someone who so clearly thinks himself as quite macho his tender crackling moan as he cums inside of you is quite cute. He wipes himself off with some toilet paper and walks out of the stall. You hear his zip and buckle return as he exits the bathroom. What an asshole. But, maybe you really should come out more often.

PART 1

Your face is warm from the alcohol Kaz and you chuckle “Think that’s bad have I got stories for you” something about this guy, he’s incredibly cheesy and delivers clearly rehearsed lines in an almost cartoonish tone. It’d be pathetic, but he is easy to look at so it’s almost endearing. Such striking eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. He pulls closer to you so he can hear you better, arm still around your back. You tell him about being stood up, how works bogged you down and how glad you are that it’s at least been a good night regardless. He nods and furrows his brow. “I am really glad you came here then, you’re meant to be free” You feel his hand on your knee, he’s a bit tipsy so you assume he’s just stabilising himself. You’ve assumed wrong because he’s slowly sliding his hand up your thigh. No one has ever been this bold before and you instinctively press your legs closed. “I’m so sorry, I thought that” you cut him off with a kiss pressing your hand into his cheek. He wraps his arms around your back and whispers to follow him. He leads you delicately by the hand through the bathroom door. Your mind races “Am I really doing this? With a stranger?” Fuck it you’re drunk and it’ll be tomorrow’s problem. He pins you against the sink rubbing against the front of your pants and kisses you again. Unbuttoning his shirt you slide your hands over his smooth muscular chest. He lifts you up onto the sink and begins to grind against you. His forehead pressed against yours as he begins to unzip his pants. “Not here” you want it badly but not badly enough to do it in such an open area. He wraps his muscular thick arms around you and pulls you into the stall. He slams your back into the door and kicks it closed behind him.

PART 1

>:c (1/3)

So stressed with work lately, a friend invites you out to let your hair down and party. They know the perfect quiet spot where you two can just unwind and dance a little. For some reason you agree to it.

You know they won’t stop pestering you til you agree to it plus, you deserve to relax a little right? You’re starting to regret it because you’ve been sitting at the bar for half an hour scanning around trying to figure out where they are. Rocking your empty glass jn circles out of frustration.

And the more you wait the more rowdy men pour into the bar whistling and cheering. Pushing and shoving each other trying to get their drinks first. The way they’re dressed you assume they’re from one of the military groups or something, great just what you needed. Drunk soldiers tearing up the “super chill quiet spot” your friend promised to meet you at.

You order another drink, still hoping your friend shows up. Half way through someone bumps into you and that sends it flying. You grab a handful of napkins and begin blotting yourself.

A tall blond man slips besides you and places his hand over yours “I am so sorry, it’s been awhile since the guys have been off base and if I didn’t do something they’d start a mutiny. Here let me get you a drink” he waves down the very fed up bartender who reluctantly pours you two a drink. “Don’t let them start anything, I’m this close already” the strange blond presses his hands together in an almost mocking prayer thanking them. Turning back you you he rests his arm on your shoulder grinning ear to ear “You can call me Kaz, it means peace in Japanese but haaa… clearly I’m not very good at it” as he gestures over to as one of his men knocks over a tray of glasses and is hoisted away by another. You find humour in the chaos of it all maybe you can let yourself go after all.

PART 2

You're only allowed to cum if you send him a video or FaceTime call him. He wants to see how you shake when you think of him. If he’s out in public, he wants you to call him so he can listen to your moans on the phone. You also need to send him a photo of your face after you cum, he wants to see you red, sweaty, and self-broken.