It's always a pleasure. The strong, firm opening. The insistence that you are different from all the others, that you won't break. But in the end they always do, because deep down they need it and they know they need it. And you are no different. You're here, after all.

And there isn't anything more intoxicating than the taboo, is there? Chasing after something you aren't supposed to want and aren't supposed to have. But you can't help that it feels so right, that it excites you beyond reason.

You can't help that you find yourself back here and in similar subreddits over and over. Either always lurking or making and deleting accounts but never able to escape. Because you know what you are and what you need... or maybe because you need to be shown, forced to face yourself in the mirror so you can't hide from the pleasure you get serving men.