Something Random (Closed)

I grin and pump back and forth as fast as I could, pounding hard into your small body.
 
I let out a long moan and close my eyes. Yeah this one was worth it. I could feel her insides squeezing me tightly, making my vision blur. "I'm close whore." I moan.
 
I grin and pull away from you. I quickly move to finish up with the repairs on your fireplaces. "I have to go slut." I say grinning and leaving.
 
I made sure to leave her a note with my name and number printed on it. I knew she would call when she found it.
 
A few hours later, I find the note with your name and number. I hesitate for a few moments, then I pull out my phone. I call you. I'm told to leave a voicemail. And so I do.

"Hello, Ryan, this is Alex. Just returning your call, I think we have something to discuss," I say casually. "You have my number."
 
I arrived home with a disgruntled sigh and flopped down on my couch before looking for any voicemails.
"My slit called." I mumble before calling you back "This is Ryan." I say smiling.
 
"Hi Ryan. Listen, could you come over? I want to. . . discuss what happened," I say nervously. "You know, lay down ground rules and such."
 
"Ground rules? She sounds like she's in charge." I thought to myself. "When do you want me to come over?" I ask politely, but slightly annoyed.
 
"I need directions." I say smiling. I take my time and write you address. "Be there when I can." I say grinning. I go about my at home ritual making sure to take my time and shower, taking plenty of time to clean myself.

After what must have been an hour I finally start to your house on my motorcycle.
 
While I wait for you, I get ready myself and I just put on sweats and a tshirt, being comfortable.
 
I knock on your door and adjust my coat. I knew my appearance would be a bit startling since when I had last seen her I was covered in soot and dirt. Now I was cleaned up nicely and had a light smell of cologne covering me. My black hair is spiked and I had a pair of steam punk goggles around my neck.
I stood in a black t-shirt with the words "Get hurt or go home" Printed in blood red on my chest.

Most people would think I was gothic or emo, but the other me made me dress like this and besides, when it came right down to it I did enjoy a little pain.
 
I nod and smile "Yes. I would love a drink. I don't do alcohol though." I say waiting to be invited in, the good me apparently holding strong. "What did you want to talk about Ma'am?" I ask glancing over your should "Is it still broken?" I asked referring to the fireplace.
 
"Oh, no, the stove's fine. Sit down!" I say, going into the kitchen. I grab a glass of filtered water for you and a coke for me. I give you the water and sit down across from you. "I want to discuss what happened after you fixed my fireplace."
 
I look at you massively and take the water before sitting on the floor, curling my feet up under me. I take a sip of my water and smile. "if your looking for an apology I won't give it." I say quietly. "What specifically do you want to talk about?"
 
"No, I'm not looking for an apology," I say with a laugh, taking a sip of my coke. "Look, I like the idea of a relationship of that sorts with you. I don't want to get hurt, physically or otherwise, and we need to lay down rules so that that doesn't happen."
 
"Put forward your rules and we'll negotiate." I say smiling and taking another sip of water.
 
"Alright. No blood, no piss, no shit, no animal play. A safeword will be put up in case I get uncomfortable with the play. It will be on a schedule that works for both of us."
 
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