#violent

My sister’s teenage friend
My younger, 19 year old, sister and her friends have always
been trouble-makers. They’re the tough crowd at school,
those good looking girls who smoke in the toilets and fail
all of their exams. They regularly stay out partying till
all hours and arrive at our place a loud, drunken mob to sleep
it off in our large living room. On one occasion they arrived
at our house in the middle of the night and, with drunken
reasoning, decided to continue the party complete with
music, yelling and jumping around. After being woken I
allowed the noise to continue for the time it took me to reach
the living room from my bedroom, pull the radio cord from
the wall and scream obscenities that had something to do
with 2 in the morning, sleep and work tomorrow.

Assuming
my message had been understood and not bothering to wait
for any replies I stormed back to bed and left them murmuring
complaints about my lack of cool. About fifteen minutes
later I was awoken again, but this time by the creak of my
bedroom door. One of my sister’s friends was sneaking into
my room. I assumed it was a retaliatory strike of some sort
and switched on my lamp to startle the attacker.

Standing
at the end of my bed was a slim 19 year old brunette, with brown
eyes, a gorgeous face and tight body. She was dressed in
her night-club gear - tight top housing two small perky
breasts and a revealing skirt. I’d seen her before but didn’t
know her name. She was shocked by the light but gathered
herself quickly and said she’d come to apologize for their
party waking me up. I told her it was O.K. but that she’d need
to leave so I could get some sleep. She refused, instead
crawling onto my bed and insisting that she make it up to
me. With that she rolled her body against mine, planted
her tequila-coated tongue in my mouth and snaked her hand
under the bed covers. She worked her mouth down my bare chest,
pulled back the covers and roughly tugged at my shorts.

I was in some state of shock but managed to help by lifting
my hips. She swooped on my cock, and began quickly sucking
it rigid, as soon as it burst from my shorts. She was on her
knees on the edge of the bed, her ass bobbing high in the air,
with skirt now riding up her thighs and exposing her white
panties taut against her pussy. I felt a momentary pang
of guilt, taking advantage of a drunken teenage girl, but
that seemed to vanish through the end of my dick with a particularly
ferocious suck. I massaged her pussy, first through
her underpants and then, after gently easing them to one
side, I ran my fingers through her sopping folds while I
relaxed and enjoyed the blowjob. Eventually she released
my cock from her mouth, spun around and straddled me with
such speed it seemed she was practicing for an Olympic event.

She gripped my cock between her fingertips and lowered
herself onto me in one warm, fluid dip. Immediately she
began rocking up and down, her eyes half closed and rolled
back in her head. Slowly at first, in almost unperceivable
shifts of her hips, but she build up her speed until she was
violently thrashing up and down the full length of my cock.
I have no idea if she climaxed, or how many times, but she
kept the frantic pace constantly. I normally find it impossible
to orgasm in this position, but eventually the speed of
her movement and the sight of this nubile, tender body bouncing
in all the right places forced me over the edge. I closed
my eyes and felt the white heat of my orgasm spear through
my mind.

She kept bouncing until my cock began to soften
inside her and then eased herself off and put it back into
her mouth, sucking our juices from my rapidly shrinking
tool. With that she stood, slid her panties back into place
and, after apologizing for the noise once more, crept back
into the living room.

badinfluence-things:

偬 【feel pain, suffer】

why make the bad guy the good guy for the sake of the romantic plot? like, jus let me love them despite and for all the hate in their heart, and help them wreck the world

You’ve been sucked in by The Hunger Games, Divergent and The Maze Runner, but what about the classics? These weren’t the first books to delve into the “what ifs” of dystopia. If you’re digging these societies (at least, when they’re fictional), you should check out these books.

• Fahrenheit 451. In this book, books are not allowed. If any are found, they are burned. But what happens when you find a book and you don’t have it burned? It’s an interesting take on how society views books, and the power that they can bring you.

• Brave New World. Everyone is kept happy by a society that gives them - but are they really happy? They are molded into caste-like systems and raised to do jobs. There is no competitiveness, but there is also no real freedom.

• A Clockwork Orange. A teen talks about his violent adventures and his experience being “reformed” by the state; in the process, however, they take away his free will. He is then forced to face the effects of his decisions. The book questions the cost of actions.

• The Giver. This utopia turns out to really be a dystopia, as you learn that pain has been substituted for sameness, which keeps people from feeling true emotions. It makes you question where the line is drawn to protect people.

• Atlas Shrugged. Major industrialists have abandoned their industries due to new regulations, and they then begin to fail. It asks, “What is the role of man’s mind in existence?” With a focus on objectivism and capitalism, you’ll really think on this one.

There are others out there, such as 1984 and Battle Royale, so you’ve got a lot to satiate your appetite for a dismal future.

 

“You are a mean, violent, addicted to degrading man. And this is how I love you, this is what I want to feel more and more with every day I know you. We are creating together love that never existed before even deeply in our minds. I could never imagine such an intensive expressing of positive feelings. Usually negative emotions are stronger, having more potential to be expressed. Positive feelings are soft, kind and tender. But with you I feel demand for being humiliated in the most rough way, what makes all my previous beliefs ruined. And this is perfectly beautiful. With you I feel desire to be degraded, to be pushed to the level where the real woman should stay. The more you adore me, the more compliments you tell me, the higher you make my self-value during the day, the lower I will fall every night.”