The moment I see you, I know what will happen. How it will play out. I smile to myself and approach you.

You might be feeling lonely, or a little drunk, or had a big fight with your partner. No matter the case, you welcome my advances. My compliments, my confident smile, my teasing touches. And it doesn't take long before I convince you to come back to my place. "For some cuddling," I insist. Deep down, you know that was a lie. Deep down, you know exactly how we will end up.

The two of us naked, your arms pinned down on the bed with me on top of you. You moaning and screaming and me grunting and growling, the sound of my hips slapping against you as I drive my thick cock inside your right and needy pussy over and over. Fucking you like an animal, taking you. The two of us engaged in ecstasy. The sweetness from before is gone as I talk dirty to you and call you names. And you love it! I feel your tight hole squeeze me tighter every time I do. And with a final roar, I bury myself deep inside of you, as deep as I can possibly go, and shoot rope after rope of hot cum into you, filling you, satisfying a hunger inside me that can never be truly filled.

That's where my corruption of you begins.

Later, you tell me that this was a mistake. A one time thing. That it will never happen again. I nod understandingly, not arguing. But I give you my number, "Just in case." And then you leave. You tell yourself to get rid of the number. That you won't ever use it. Yet you don't.

Then you forget about me. For a few days, a few weeks, maybe even a few months. But not forever. Deep inside you, you feel a need - a hunger! - growing that you have never felt before. That you can't ignore. The world seems too nice. Too soft. Sex and even masturbation seem dull compared to before. And more and more you think of me. Of our night. How I took you in every position, made you feel things you had never felt before, made you feel alive. And how you want more.

You can't take it anymore. You call me, trying to sound casual, asking to meet up. I smile over the phone, you can hear it in my tone.

"Come over." It's not a suggestion or invitation. It's an order.

Almost without thinking, you agree, and your feet start moving from you place to mine, all other concerns forgotten.

The corruption grows stronger.