Vermilioncore
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I decided to omit this story from my blog, so it’s going here. Crack open a beer, jerk off to porn, hate yourself, and read this story! Enjoy! 
The night was not dark. It confused him. How could it have been 8pm and yet the sky held a dim light? It was as if the sun got stuck on its way down and could no longer leave. It mirrored his urges — they got stuck in a net of semen and could no longer descend into oblivion.
“Are you ready for me to come over?” the text he sent to the transgender women read.
“I’ll let you know when,” she replied, leaving him in a state of exhilaration and anxiety.
“Okay.”
He sat on the edge of his bed with a bottle of Niorgia Harold rum. It wasn’t the taste that hooked him, but the association it had with crime, degeneracy, and lust. The taste no longer reminded him of alcohol or drunkenness, but lust and remorse.
Once the transgender woman finally gave him the green light, he rushed into the Uber he had called and sat there, with an erection, full of both sorrow and excitement. Upon arriving, he hit behind a trash bin outside the transgender’s home in fear of being shot to death or captured and tortured — why?
“Zach!” the transgender woman screamed, appearing as a silhouette in the doorway.
“Oh!”
“What’s my sneaky meat piece doing behind that RV?”
“I was tying my shoes,” he said, his face red and hot.
He approached her and she looked ugly, warped, and odd. It was as if he was meeting up with a failed science experiment creature. But, the funny thing about lust is that once ignited, cannot die unless fed. So, he grabbed the transgender’s breasts and welcome himself into her home and laid in her bed.
“Can we at least talk first?” She exclaimed, frustratingly lighting a cigarette.
Zach pulled out his penis and began stroking in her bed. He let out a loud moan due to his extreme arousal.
“This? All of this fus just for this?” She yelled, pointing at his erect penis.
“Just suck me off.”
“I don’t do that.”
“But you said you would.”
“Maybe later.”
Upset with her refusal to surrender to his lust, he masturbated to orgasm and erupted all over her bed.
The regret, like a rain cloud, turned all his false light into darkness and he became ashamed. He wiped his hands, full of semen, on her bed sheets and quickly stood.
“Zach,” she said, approaching him and laying her hand on his shoulder as if to calm him, “please,”
He gave a pathetic smile and ran off into the night.
“You’re all the same,” the transgender muttered, exhaling a plume of smoke.
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The night was not dark. It confused him. How could it have been 8pm and yet the sky held a dim light? It was as if the sun got stuck on its way down and could no longer leave. It mirrored his urges — they got stuck in a net of semen and could no longer descend into oblivion.
“Are you ready for me to come over?” the text he sent to the transgender women read.
“I’ll let you know when,” she replied, leaving him in a state of exhilaration and anxiety.
“Okay.”
He sat on the edge of his bed with a bottle of Niorgia Harold rum. It wasn’t the taste that hooked him, but the association it had with crime, degeneracy, and lust. The taste no longer reminded him of alcohol or drunkenness, but lust and remorse.
Once the transgender woman finally gave him the green light, he rushed into the Uber he had called and sat there, with an erection, full of both sorrow and excitement. Upon arriving, he hit behind a trash bin outside the transgender’s home in fear of being shot to death or captured and tortured — why?
“Zach!” the transgender woman screamed, appearing as a silhouette in the doorway.
“Oh!”
“What’s my sneaky meat piece doing behind that RV?”
“I was tying my shoes,” he said, his face red and hot.
He approached her and she looked ugly, warped, and odd. It was as if he was meeting up with a failed science experiment creature. But, the funny thing about lust is that once ignited, cannot die unless fed. So, he grabbed the transgender’s breasts and welcome himself into her home and laid in her bed.
“Can we at least talk first?” She exclaimed, frustratingly lighting a cigarette.
Zach pulled out his penis and began stroking in her bed. He let out a loud moan due to his extreme arousal.
“This? All of this fus just for this?” She yelled, pointing at his erect penis.
“Just suck me off.”
“I don’t do that.”
“But you said you would.”
“Maybe later.”
Upset with her refusal to surrender to his lust, he masturbated to orgasm and erupted all over her bed.
The regret, like a rain cloud, turned all his false light into darkness and he became ashamed. He wiped his hands, full of semen, on her bed sheets and quickly stood.
“Zach,” she said, approaching him and laying her hand on his shoulder as if to calm him, “please,”
He gave a pathetic smile and ran off into the night.
“You’re all the same,” the transgender muttered, exhaling a plume of smoke.
@vermillioncorefan @GabachoCopium @Luffymaxxing @Gaygymmaxx @HarrierDuBois
