HAPPY EXIT AND ENTRY (1/2)

Wednesday, 31 - XII - 3025, 15:30 (Telegram)

D: - What are you going to do tonight, girl?

M: - Think about you.

D: - What a flirt you are, little bitch! You're a bloody actress!

M: - Why...? Do you doubt that I'll think about you?

D: - Yes, of course. You'll think about that bastard you follow on Twitter.

M: - I already told you, I explained that it's hard for me to jerk off thinking about you without putting a face to you, my king. You only sent me a picture of your cock. But every time I see a photo or video of him, I think of you.

D: - I'm better, you little slut. And... will you use that toy you showed me, thinking about how I'd impregnate you?

M: - A little while before dinner, when I shower, I get into the bathroom and get like a pig touching myself. And I'll send you a video. Later, since family is coming over for dinner... Do you have a pleasant plan for tonight?

D: - Well, the usual thing we do every year.

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M doesn't ask more. He knows D never shares any details. M has learned to respect his silence. A while ago, he was re-reading the Telegram chat where he talks to D since they stopped using Xtudr, and he re-read a fragment among others.

" ... that I don't want, honestly, to get involved in your life"

" I do want to get involved in your ass"

After that, there was a period of silence. M had become obsessed with that type who made him feel like a slut. Several weeks without any contact, during which M had stopped sending messages. But every so often, he would remember the comments D made when he addressed him in the feminine and made him feel like a whore.

M was never interested in cross-dressing or, even less, a sex change. He respects those who feel that way, but he enjoys feeling like a slut in private. He looks for a macho man to devote himself to and feel like his husband. A bastard and vicious husband who would make him his slave bitch.

" You're female inside" that comment had pierced M like a lightning bolt.

And from time to time, D would dare to ask for something more.

" Foolish, not at all. You just give me affection and sex" or "I wish I had you here to give me affection"

And that small glimpse of a request for affection, along with the excitement D makes M feel, is all M needs to imagine fulfilling his desires.

M, when re-reading the conversations he had with D, falls back on a comment from him:

" I'm fat and ugly"

And what would really bother M is not that D's reasons for maintaining that strong anonymity or not daring to go further were to preserve his personal life, which M understands and respects.

Why doesn't D realize that he has the ability to make M feel like he hasn't felt in a long time?

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