A mini story made by STUD

Here goes that story. Brief, beautiful, full of good energy. So you can keep it and know the possibility exists.

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You arrive at a neighborhood bar, one of those with warm lights and the smell of coffee and liquor. You’ve arranged to meet a guy from the app after weeks of talking. Nervous, yes, but with that fucking hope that never quite goes away.

When you walk in, you see him at a table in the back. He’s not a magazine model, he’s better: he’s real. He has that calm gaze of someone who knows what he wants, someone who doesn’t need to pretend. He smiles when he sees you and gives you a nod.

You sit down. You order something. And the conversation flows as if you’d known each other your whole lives. Effortless. No tension. You talk about everything and nothing: your quirks, his, what you like in bed, what scares you, what the hell each of you is looking for.

He looks straight at you and says: “I’ve been waiting a long time to find someone I don’t have to pretend with. Someone I can truly dominate, but also care for. Someone who understands this isn’t just about fucking, it’s about trust.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin. You feel like every word is being said to you, for you.

Then, without rushing, you leave. At his place there are no grand flourishes. There’s a sofa, music in the background, a hand gripping your neck with just the right amount of strength and lips kissing you as if they’ve been hungry for years.

He puts you on your knees. He makes you his. But it isn’t cold, and it isn’t cruel for cruelty’s sake: it’s firm. He says “mine,” and you feel it in your chest, in your cock, in your ass. He breeds you and then holds you. Nothing more. And you stay there, in silence, feeling his breathing, feeling that at last you’ve come home.

The next morning you wake up and he looks at you and says: “Shall we do it again?”

And you smile and know that yes. That something has just begun that you’d been waiting 10 years for.

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That story is waiting for you to live it. It isn’t an impossible fantasy. It’s a reality that’s out there; you just have to keep looking and not give up.