so it feels like these one for sure probably work.
but like obvs being used is helpful <3
CORNER , PROUD , BROADCAST
Not completely sure of which ones work, but here is most of the rest of the dictionary will updateshorlist as itcan thank you all and thank you Sis.
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This story is for the amazing @dadsdumdumasswipe for giving me the inspiration 😘
HANNA BANANA: Maddie, how did he know??? He just ordered me something called a Phony Negroni! There's no way he knew I didn't drink. bitch
MAD BITCH: 😈 I may have shared a few deets
MAD BITCH: get that dick bitch
MAD BITCH: laugh at his dumb jokes and push out those itty bitties!
MAD BITCH: bitch
The first moment we were introduced, I crushed on Jacob. There needed to be a law about someone that hawt being that sweet. And I know I must have looked so pathetically thirsty asking him for help, but for real, the company's software made no sense, and he was really, really helpful.
Maddie must have been getting sick of me moaning about being the last virgin on earth to give Jacob a push to ask me out, but I don't care, and now I am on the most perfect date with the guy I haven't been able to get out of my head for months.
Picking me up in a surprisingly nice older Mercedes-Benz convertible. Hair perfect, outfit perfect, smile purrrrfect.
Opening my car door like a perfect gentleman. I know it's trash, but fuck you BITCH, I like it, and since you're reading this, you are officially a member of the Circle of Bitches and have earned the title of BITCH, BITCH.
The restaurant was amazing, the food was amazing, and his light banter about behind-the-scenes office politics was surprisingly amusing. It's hard for me to get into video games since almost all of them make me nauseous from the motion. Still, he's really cute about how excited he gets when he talks about them, and this was good practice for me in learning to be charming instead of my introverted book nerd self.
Maddie likes to call this version of me Sparkle Hannah, her invention to get me out of my own head. She really was a good friend… for a bitch.
Then we're standing on the sidewalk, next to his car, as he looks down at me and says, "Hannah, I had a really great time with you tonight."
Fuck fuck fuck fuck this was it! This was how it worked. This is the moment. I was melting.
I couldn't look him in the eyes. I had to look down; I was blushing so badly. He puts his finger under my chin, drawing my head up until I am looking him in the eyes 🫠, and he asks me, "Can I kiss you?"
"Gosh." That's what I said. Gosh? Who the fuck says gosh to the sweetest, most wonderful question in the world? It's like my brain was doing everything it could to ruin what should have been a perfect moment. Better stick to just nodding.
Then he does it. He's kissing me: me, the most awkward, shy, inhibited nerd girl on the planet.
At first, it's gentle, but something comes over me, and my lips are just parting, and his tongue is like claiming my mouth 🫠.
OK, so I know that Einstein was like smart and all that, and I'm still just a silly undergrad, but when he said „Wenn man eine Stunde lang mit einem hübschen Mädchen zusammensitzt, kommt es einem wie eine Minute vor.“ Wenn man aber eine Minute auf einem heißen Ofen sitzt, kommt es einem wie eine Stunde vor. Das ist Relativität.“ He was totes wrong.
Oh, shit. Sorry. You don't speak German. So, Albert was telling his secretary; like Einiesteiny was a serious freak and wanted to setup a polycule with his wife/cousin, and his secretary; he as telling her how to explain the theory of relativity it's like how when you're with a hot girl an hour goes by in a minute, but when you're sitting your ass on a stove a minute feels like an hour and like he's so wrong because time stopped. I don’t care how smart he is with the maths, but he had no clue what effect a really good kiss has on the space-time continuum.
Time literally stopped. It was just his tongue and my mouth, the texture of his lips, and the natural, clean smell I could feel myself becoming addicted to, and nothing at all felt relative, like we were the center of the known universe, and that kiss was timeless. Like, I am there right now, writing this because, in reality, we are still standing on the sidewalk, kissing — sorry, bro. Return your Nobel Prize. You got it all backward.
"Hannah, there's a reason I didn't want to get dessert."
He snapped us out of it. We had this perfect infinite kiss moment, but now we were back, but that's OK because he's really cute, and I never considered how good a little facial hair could feel when it's conquering your mouth.
I was a little worried that he wasn't enjoying himself when he turned down dessert from the waitress, but the fact that he never even gave her two seconds, and she was definitely working for those tips, with how tight that top was.
"Yeah?"
Yeah? That's all you got. You're as red as an apple, and all you can say is yeah. I am talking like I had a brain aneurysm or something.
"Like I know it's our first date..." Is he? "...but I figure we've worked together for months..." Are we doing this? Are we really, really doing this? Is the Virgin Queen actually going to make out?! "and I heard you like cheesecake, so I was wondering if you would like to come over and hang out."
BITCH!!!! Yas bitches!!!! I need to take a minute to call Maddie and just SQUEEEEEEE.
"Gosh."
gosh.
gosh.
What? The? Fuck?
"Is that a yes?"
Earth to Hannah's Brain.
Earth to Hannah's Brain.
You are fucking this up!
"I would love to!" And with that, he showed me the sexiest smile I have ever seen on a man, and that includes V! (Yes, better than V. Fight me bitch!)
You could feel all the tension in his body escaping into the sky as he bounced around me to open the door of his car for me.
IDK what it is about being driven somewhere by a guy, but it really is the make-or-break step. Like, you really need to feel safe with someone to let them drive you somewhere you don't even know. I mean, I've been in his car before, but that was work things, and there were other people in the car. This was different. This was a boy driving a girl somewhere. I know it's not being behind him on a horse or a motorcycle, or something super romantic like that, but this is pretty close, and right now it has a very plush sweetness to it.
He was talking about stuff. I don't know what. War of Worldcraft, or Legends of Diablo 15, or something like that. Whatever it was, it was some video game he liked, and he was asking me if I had played it, and I totally lied and said no, but it sounded like fun. (No, but don't tell him that.) I like the sound of his voice, like he just scored a home run on the football field and is spiking the ball in the net or whatever they do in sports ball.
And he's going on, and I am like inserting fake goshes and trying to follow along as I study every inch of his amazing jawline and wondering how much he's into itty bitties like my girls, all the while loving how cute and excited he is and how this is how it is. This is what they're talking about. This is what Jane Eyre was talking about with her boy, Rochester. "My heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire." Yes bitch. You were right. That's exactly how I feel. He is going to have to carry my skinny ass into his house and ravage me!
I don't really remember many details getting there, TBH. Like he lived somewhere nice, his apartment was nice. I liked how clean it was when he opened the door for me. Clearly, he was expecting some bitch to come visiting, with how clean it was AND how good it smelled, like a faint hint of coconut. And the view! Is this like an Airbnb that he rented to impress me, because that view requires cash and he can't make that much more than me.
And I am walking into Jacob's apartment, and he's bringing me a nice glass of sparkling water, holding my hand, escorting me over to his plush, comfy white couch, pulling me onto his lap, and then SWITCH.
His hands are all over me.
"So you're a little slut are you?"
It takes me a moment to even realize what's happening.
"I couldn't believe it when I heard about you."
One hand is untucking the back of my blouse from my skirt, as the other one is trying to unbutton it.
There's one thing you need to understand. My body is really, really sensitive. Like, I am super ticklish, and the way his fingers are pressing into the base of my spine just forces me to arch my back hard so it almost seems as if I am pressing my tits into his hand as if I was really into what he was doing.
The truth is, I was too busy panicking, trying to struggle out of the grasp of his powerful hands, to even think straight.
"Little tits." TWIST.
I let out an involuntary moan. Fuuuuck, my tits are so sensitive, I can't help but moan.
"Good girl."
Years and years of touching on that phrase. Years and years of highs from random strangers online telling me I'm a good girl. All the times I came to that phrase, I'd never heard it spoken before in person. Sure, by deep-voiced narrators in my romance novels, but not by a man who I was trying to stop from tearing my clothes off.
The sound coming out of my throat was obscene. I don't know how to describe it. My voice was pulsing as if it were laughing, but the tone was more like obscene Os.
"Nasty little girl."
He'd reached under my blouse to get the clasps of my bra with his left hand, while his right grabbed onto my right breasts, trying to keep me from twisting in his arms.
"Pervy little gooner girl, I couldn't believe that you secretly dreamed of being the office slut."
His fingers were surprisingly good at unclasping my bra. Once it was loose, his fingers returned to exploring just how much he could take control of my spine pressing into the base, making me arch even harder, with the strangest sounds coming out of my throat.
"P.p.p.p.please"
"Please, what little girl?"
"P.p.please st... AHHHHHHH"
Just then, his right hand twisted my tit, making my head tilt back and wail.
I'd never felt like this before. Never felt like I had no control over my body. You dream about this. Dream about violent fucking by dark men, or monsters, or aliens with tentacles, but not your office crush.
"Beg for it." His fingers were exploring down the crack of my ass as the other hand wasn't even trying to preserve my top, forcing the buttons to pop as he worked to strip me.
Confused, my hands tried to push him away as my body danced like his personal puppet.
"I've never dated a girl that likes it rough like you." SLAP. His left hand spanked hard against my clothed ass. It was surprisingly hard.
I could feel one hand pulling down on my skirt as the other hand forced my arms out of my blouse.
"Beg for it." This time, he was grabbing my face, scrunching my mouth into an obscene gesture. "Beg for it, BITCH." And his hand let go and slapped my face.
I don't know what was happening to my body. My brain just decided to go on strike as it flooded with competing sensations.
I didn't resist as he stood me up by basically grabbing my neck like some wrestler's move. My skirt easily fell to the floor.
"Little freaky pain slut, likes it rough." His rough left hand just cupped my sex, effortlessly parting my legs to claim it.
"Pleeeee..." one finger pressed in deep, "ooo ooo ooooo," my sex humped involuntarily against his finger. This was the first person besides myself who wasn't a doctor to touch me there. My back arched even harder, as if silently begging for him to put one tit into his mouth.
"Little slut." As I writhed on his fingers, he started pulling his shirt over his head. My body danced, and my mouth invented a new language that seemed to be made up of the letters M, A, O, and H. Then he was pulling down his pants. The strange spectator in my head, watching this without emotion, was amazed at how effortlessly he undressed while maintaining control of my body.
He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock was rock hard as I tried in vain to twist away.
"Silly little slut."
"Please, nooAHHHHHHHH OOOOOOHHHAHAAAAAAHHH"
Every time I tried to ask him to stop his fingers seemed to know how to twist the sounds out of my mouth into moans. I was his sort of obscene violin. My body responded to his actions, regardless of what my mind wanted to have happen. Or did it?
My cunt was now openly writhing against his hand. It was as if, for its whole life, it had been waiting for this moment to come alive. This was like nothing it had ever experienced. I was terrified, but my sex was now openly his.
"Beg for it, Hannaslut." His left hand stopped touching my pussy as his right hand grabbed my ponytail, forcing me onto my knees, as he sat back down on his couch.
"I am so glad I took those yoga lessons. It was as if God was setting all the stars in motion for this moment."
He was pulling his legs back. What the FUCK was happening?
"Beg for it, sweet little slutty Hanna Banana."
Hanna Banana?! Only one person called me Hanna Banana. He forced my face closer and closer to his sex.
"You have to say please, my little rimslut. I don't care what you might think you are entitled to. I don't just let any girl worship my asshole." SLAP.
I went limp. I told her that in confidence. I wasn't even into it. I was asking her if she'd ever heard of anything like that.
"Beg for it!" SLAP
She couldn't have known I was into it, and I was exploring, and she's like my bestie work friend, and what did she...
"Beg RIM BITCH!" SLAP
Now it was my turn to SWITCH. TBH I'm not sure what happened, I just felt my sex humping the air, and my mouth moaning, "please!" but this time it wasn't me begging to stop, now it was me begging for...
"Please, what Banana BITCH?" That's what she called me. My best friend in the world. The bitch that betrayed my deepest secret. The bitch that...
"Please let me worship your assssssshooooole!"
SLAP. "Louder!"
"Please let me worship your sweaty, smelly asshole!" There was no resistance now. I wasn't me anymore. I was that goonette cunt puppet lost in her fantasies, only this time my fantasies came to life, and there was nothing I could do about it.
He forced my head to shake back and forth as if I was nodding no. "You can do better than that, dirty little girl."
"Pleeeeeeese let this ass licking WHORE WORSHIP your Divine ASSHOLE, Sir."
I've quietly moaned these words a hundred times in the privacy of my Tumblr feed. It was filled with picture after picture of hot girls turned into nothing more than asslicking whores. I just showed her one post, but she quickly started following me, and even messaging me ideas for even nastier posts to share.
He was burying my face in his ass, my tongue instinctively reaching out to his musky, hairy asshole. I couldn't help but moan.
Now it was his turn to moan. They really do turn into like porn muppets. I pumped his cock as my tongue explored, listening to him spout off words like he was still in control. "That's it, bbbiiitch. Tongue my i i i assssshole fuuuck yesss CUNT like my AAAAHHHHHSSSSS fuck."
It took probs three minutes to make him pump a massive load all over my hair and back. I didn't even wipe it off as I put on my skirt and stole his shirt to wear out, since mine was ruined.
This was it. I was still a virgin, but in my head I wasn't any more. Any girl could get a man to take her cherry. How many could get a guy to let you lick his asshole on the first date?
I was shaking. It was hot as fuck, but I was still shaking.
He didn't even ask where I was going as I left his apartment. I pulled out my phone and pressed MAD BITCH.
"Biiiiiitch."
She laughed, "You fucking biiiitch."
"Thanks for the benzos, bitch."
"You ok, bitch?"
"Yeah." I laughed. I must have sounded like a banshee the way my voice echoed against the apartment buildings. "Thanks for the birthday present, Maddie. I love you, bitch."
"I told you it would work, and you get to remain that chaste Catholic good girl."
"Fuuuuck, I'm shaking. You could have warned me about the slaps bitch."
"Shut up, bitch. No spoilers!" We both laughed hard at that one.
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