#cervix robbery

🚨 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “The Stick Up Kid”

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I was robbed. Robbed, I tell ya.

Straight out the shower, steam still trailing my back like a war banner — and there she was. A masked assailant. Voice low. Raspy. Trying too hard to sound masculine. Failing. But adorable.

She barked:

"Give up the f*cking goods. Now."

I froze. Which happens sometimes. Not out of fear, no — but because blood rushes to the cock faster than logic rushes to the brain. It’s science. Look it up.

She called herself…

“The Stick Up Kid.”

And what she wanted— was what every man guards with his life: The Bag. (You know the one. The one God hung low so we could suffer.)

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She reached down. Grabbed my nutsack like she owned stock in it. Growled:

"Don’t play with me. I’ve been gone two days. I know EXACTLY how full these are."

That’s when I knew I was in trouble. The kind of trouble you don’t escape — you submit to.

I started stroking. Not to get away… but because she demanded it.

“Empty the f*cking clip,” she snarled, as she shoved me onto the bed like I was both her hostage and her weapon.

My cock? Now a gun in her mouth. My balls? The trigger she pulled with her throat.

There was no negotiation. No escape clause. Just a chokehold of pleasure wrapped in robbery. She took everything. Every contraction. Every spasm. Every last drop of me—

Gone.

Swallowed. Filed away into the belly of desire by a woman who had already stolen my heart years ago.

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And then?

She left me. In the alley between our bed pillows. Curled like a post-heist corpse. Toes twitching. Spine vibrating like a tuning fork. Mouth agape. Soul deleted.

She walked off— not with the bag, but to go make the chicken meal I’d been begging for all week.

She said:

“I’m The Stick Up Kid. And I always get what I came for.”

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I was robbed. Of fluids. Of dignity. Of my ability to stand up right away.

And of my heart. Long before tonight.

I’m gonna chase her down. That robber. That outlaw. That goddess in a hoodie.

Right after this nap. This deep, man-defeated nap.

Because love’ll do that to a man.

Reblog if you've ever been robbed by the one you love.

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