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attractionwhat

a term for when one's attraction cannot be properly described due to the complexity of, or ones lack of knowledge about, ones own identity.

it differs from being unlabelled as it is its own label.

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C/W: Cuckquean

It would be pretty hot to do that someone like that, wouldn't it? Dating a girl that had worked so hard in life for a lucrative career, a house, and a plethora of degrees and trophies just to eventually meet me.

It'd start off as a fantasy. A smart, intelligent girl like her would understand the difference between fantasy and reality. She'd understand the need to switch off occasionally. She'd have previously painted or played the piano but over time she'd find herself on her knees more, choking on my cock as I talked about her friends. 'It's just a fantasy,' she'd say to herself. 'It's just a kink. Just some harmless fun.'

Eventually I'd tell her that her long hours — buried in her office as she slaved away — were making me lonely. That maybe I could try texting a girl. "Just rub your cunt, sweetie. Rub away your jealousy. See if you like the thought of it," I'd tell her if she resisted. Melting away her hesitation with disgusting, gross orgasms.

She'd come home every night knowing that I'd been sexting some whore. She'd get on her knees every night, choking herself out on my cock in an attempt to reclaim me but... she'd eventually break. One evening, she'd ask me about them. And as I'd go on about their fatter tits or their prettier faces or their nastier kinks, she'd find herself burning with even more jealousy. That night, I'd fuck her as she pretended to be one of my sluts, asking me if I was tighter than her useless girlfriend.

"It'd be hot if I could actually do it. You know... fuck one of those girls while you're working," I'd casually say while edging her cunt to nastier fantasies. "Promise me that you're okay with it and I'll let you cum," before she frantically nods and pleads for me to use my fat cock on any girl I wanted as she cums.

The first time she'd walk in on me would be the hardest... but I know I'd convince to stay and watch. To see me thrust into this prettier cunt faster and harder than I'd ever done with her. She'd understand. God... I'd love how hardworking she is. I'd love how high she'd climb up the corporate ladder, earning more and more money. Money that I'd use on dates and clothes and accessories for our cake.

I'd love to fuck our cake, pounding away at that tight slit as my girlfriend edges and begs to cum. Crying out and pleading. Would it be wrong if I told she could if she sent me money? I know she'd do it instantly. Whip out her phone, her fingers buried in her drenched cunt, as she shakily sends me money and cums to it.

happy friday