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I love weiners. It’s not a secret, not really. It’s more of an operating principle. A hunger. Tonight, the hunger felt particularly strong, mixed with something colder. It wasn’t about pleasure, not exactly, not tonight. Tonight it was about filling a void, a hollow place that echoed with every breath. Three of them were already there, sprawled on the floor, passing a bottle of something cheap and smelling of regret. Two more were on their way, or so I’d been told. Good. The more, the better. More bodies, more heat, more noise to block out the silence inside my own head.
I watched them roll their eyes over me, appraising. A part of me, a small, shriveled part, recoiled. But the larger part, the hungry one, just felt a numb sort of anticipation. It wasn’t about being wanted, it was about being consumed. About letting go of the reins and letting the current take me. The first one, a burly guy named Mick or Mark, I forget, pulled me down. His breath was sour with whatever he had been drinking. There was no tenderness, no soft words.
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Just a grunt, a push, and then the familiar weight. It was quick, almost brutal, a dull thudding against my hipbones. I stared at the peeling paint on the ceiling, counting the cracks, trying to make my mind a blank slate. Then the second one was there, his hand a cold clammy thing on my thigh.
The air grew thick with sweat and the tangy musk of arousal, a scent that usually thrilled me, but tonight just felt like another layer of grime. They moved as a unit, a shifting mass of muscle and bone, their faces blurring into one indistinguishable mask of want. Each touch was a demand, each thrust a statement of possession.
I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. The press of bodies, the rhythmic impact, the low grunts and gasps. My own moans felt alien, forced from a place I didn’t recognize. There was a desperate need to be used, to be worn out, to be emptied until there was nothing left but a hollowed-out shell. When it was finally over, the room stank of lust.
They peeled away one by one, leaving me tangled in the damp sheets, my body aching in places I didn’t know existed. The void was still there, perhaps even larger now, a gaping cavern within me. I was sticky, sore, and profoundly, utterly empty. The hunger was sated, but the darkness remained. Another Friday night. Another conquest of the flesh, another surrender of the soul.
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