A psychological examination of an Incel and the reasons and causes of his Inceldom in a fictional short story. Some scenes and situations may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
This is the first in a series of stories about "evil" Blood Pressure Clinics, that lure victims in, trick them, trap them, and completely drain them of all their energy. It's not really sci-fi, but there are some elements that do stretch the bounds of completely realistic reality. I'd love to hear if anyone enjoys this. I've written plenty more...
A dystopian look into a future of neural links, legalized murder, mass shootings, rampages, hand machines, telemarketing, cults, apathy; in this new world, the greatest war is the War Against Boredom.
My orgasm came almost immediately, and yes, Dimitri didn't stop. He fucked me right through my orgasm, groaning and going even faster as his cock convulsed Hot liquid blasted into me and I screamed in a mix of burning sensation and numbing pleasure. And just when I thought the night was over, He plated a kiss on my forehead and said, "I love you," Sapphire Sanchez is just a girl looking for momentary happiness when she makes a rather impulsive decision. Now there's no escaping