Depress. Short Story #37: How Dare You

4 1 0
                                    

I don't even know you, but I bet I know everything. You couldn't bare to hurt your loving boyfriend, so you made it up the basic bitch cover story, "I was unconscious! I couldn't consent!"

Bullshit. You're a flirty little slut who craves male attention to make for an inattentive daddy. Or maybe daddy paid you a bit too much attention.

So the cute boy who works with you and stays with you did all of this on his own, huh? When did he start eye fucking you? When you picked out that specific top you wore braless in front of him when your boyfriend wasn't home? I bet you loved how his eyes followed you all around the room.

Did it start when you left the bathroom door ajar when you took that long, hot shower for no reason when it was just the two of you? Did you extra long? Hoping he'd walk in? You were probably masturbating relentlessly in there to the thought of him tripping the shower curtain open and fucking you right then and there.

I bet it happened after drinks. After you purposely got DRUNK, got him HORNY and let it happen. You weren't asleep. You felt every bit of it, and you loved it?

Tell me, did you cum?

Depressed Short StoriesWhere stories live. Discover now