Society Is A Fucking Prude

And the problem is that society is a fucking prude, and most of those rules don't do any good for anyone.

So when it comes down to it, I think that's what has been motivating me. It's why I keep falling into the arms of despicable men and terrible situations. This is why I keep on pursing pleasure from places that are less than savory.

I like the pain. I like doing the wrong thing.

Blowing a dirty old cab driver. Taking on nameless men while I'm on my knees in the dark. Giving myself over to Blake, a man that I hate.

I like the fact that I hate him, that no small part of my mind is acknowledging this is so wrong for me. He is so wrong for me.

Call me twisted if you like or call me broken, but when I'm faced with pleasure from the wholly wrong place I can't help but want to indulge.

I bite my lip as his fingers pinch my nipple harder. Stiffening at his touch I stare at the crowd, noting that none of them are watching me, and I lean into him a little, my hands twitching as I make the choice then and there not to say no to this, to say yes instead.

My hand reaches down almost tentative but growing in certainty as it closes the gap between our bodies. Soon enough I am so close to him that I'm brushing against the fabric of his jeans, feeling the folds of it and the rough material just before I push forward that last little distance and close my hand over the hardness of his bulge.

Blake stiffens when I squeeze and he grunts, shifting in and moving me so that we're a little more hidden. I start to run my hand up and down his considerable length and he runs his other hand around to my hip on the far side of him to pull me into him a little more.

Leaning down Blake kisses my neck just behind my ear and the sensation sends a shiver down my spine. I didn't think I could be any more eager than I already am but I feel my nipple harden and pucker in his hand, while he pinches hard enough to bring that thing that I want so much out of this.

He gives me a little more pain and I love it.

I give into him a little more, releasing my grip on his cock and turning to face him so that I can look into his eyes as I slide my hands up and play at the flat tautness of his hard abs just above his belt.

"I fucking hate you," I hiss, curling my lips back in a sneer.

He chuckles, his eyes brightening at my confession he already knows, "You do. But that hasn't stopped you before and it isn't going to stop you now."

Something clicks in me. I think I knew it before but I know it absolutely now. I realize it with absolute certainty.

"You like that."

Blake stops stock still and freezes, his eyes widening a little before narrowing with a look behind them I can't quite place.

"What?"

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