It was going to burn through my eyes. It was going to permanently deform my conscience. It was going to destroy my mind.

The fury. The anger. The rage.

Everything had been turned upside down. My job, my marriage, my family, my finances, all of it had gone south. All destroyed in the figurative blink of an eye, and I had nothing left to lose. Nothing at all, except the agonizing malice.

I had retreated in life and spirit, and clambered down a long rabbit hole of maligned attitudes and corrupted thoughts that bent my ideas of reality and morality. And it felt satisfying, even satiating, to indulge in them, to delight in their new and convoluted shapes, and to see how else they could warp.

And all throughout, the need built. The need for carnal desire. The need for basic and primal satisfaction.

The need to fuck. And at the point, I felt that even asking was an impediment. I could just simply take.

Maybe you're a stranger who woke up this morning not knowing you'd become a plaything for a depraved man. Maybe you're a friend so concerned by my absence you check on me -- and never leave. You might even be a relative from the family that's still interested in communicating with me, only to find far more than you bargained for.

This can go in many ways and if you'd like to talk first that's fine, but playing off each other through just jumping into it is perfectly fine too. Kinks for this include risky sex, creampies, pregnancy risk, rough sex, loud sex, namecalling/dirty talk, oral. interracial, dubcon/light noncon, and and some incest. Limits are watersports, blood/gore, violence for the sake of violence, beast, and choking. For me, I have short blonde hair, gray eyes, 5' 10" (178 cm), mid-30s, lean build with some tone. I'm married, and she doesn't know. Let's have fun.