overwhored:She always felt empty when she wasn’t talking with her friend. Like she was missing som
overwhored: She always felt empty when she wasn’t talking with her friend. Like she was missing something - like all the color had left the world. She could never remember what they did together, only that life felt brighter and happier when they were done. As always he happily showed her inside, talked, gave her a drink, and showed her something amazing. He showed her the light so full of beautiful colors. It flashed through every spectrum and illuminated the room. Her mind felt like a television set flipping through channels at random. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” He said as he held the light up above her. “Light goes in, mind comes out.” She spoke haltingly, hesitantly, a thin line of drool escaping her lips and showing how little control she still has. “L-light goes in, mind comes out…” She droned, zombielike. So uncertain, yet so unable to question. He smiled and patted her on the head, unzipping his pants, and she began to chant as he had taught her every time he had done this before. “Your cock goes in and pushes out the will, it tastes so delicious I swallow deeper still.” Her lips opened and fingers trembled. At the first taste her world was filled with color. Finally she was full. Life would be good again for another week. -- source link