*Most of my stories get straight to, well, action, but this one doesn’t. The build up is long. Some themes that deserve a content warning: CNC, painal, humiliation, depictions of sexual obsession/nymphomania, exploitation.*
It might seem her story started when she stepped through the doors of the run-down sex shop. The beginning of a plot of weekend debauchery of a woman too precious, of a night of fortune for the perverts who simply were at the right place at the right time. And she was horny, yes. It is true she was driven to the shop by the sensations burning up her insides, making her crave the warmth of sperm covering her cervix.
What she was not: lost. Stunts like this can seldom be pulled last minute just because you wanna fuck. They aren’t a blip caused by kink brain. Her consolidation into a slut that offered herself up to glory hole strangers happened over time, only when she exhausted all the other possible avenues to satisfy her hunger.