A cold body lies on the colder metal of an embalming table, its hands carefully positioned — the right one cradling a breast, the other reaching between the thighs. The cadaver's death-pale skin looks almost artificial underneath the fluorescent lights, smooth like a baby doll's. A rhythmic, mechanical sound echoes within the mortuary, accompanied by the sounds of the plastic head block moving back and forth against the stainless steel. A mortician sits at the back of the cold room, leaning against the wall — watching the corpse get ravaged by a fuck machine, stroking his dick at the sight.

i want to be a beefy 70's porno style construction worker but knowing my luck im just a future jobsite snuff footage victim with a frankly confusing sense of fashion

Footing the bulge.

they just prescribed me gunshot to the head at the urgent care

Have I ever mentioned that I prefer gropy cuddling to be at least partially clothed cause it feels like I'm violating you that way?

forcemasc is wanting an older man with a deep, ruined voice to take you hunting somewhere cold enough that your hands go numb in his gloves. living together in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. him teaching you how to shoot with his arms around you, calling you “good boy” softly when you get it right. Being loved quietly like you were always meant to be a man beside him.