Todger65
Usually Horny
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Drip.
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Drop.
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I can’t tell how long I’ve been here.
I know it’s been a while because my foot is asleep.
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Drip.
Drip.
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I can hear it driving me insane. The sound is worse than this rope cutting into my side and yet still making me feel so... sexy. I feel sexy... but the torture is still happening.
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Drop.
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In that SOUND.
In that sound there is an infinite madness.
I can almost feel the droplets form like the beads of sweat on my brow from the exertion of being held so still by knots and pure will.
Drip.
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Drop.
There’s no rhyme or reason. No pattern or order to it.
Drop.
That’s why it is able to claw in where nothing else has tonight.
That’s why all I can think of is rain.
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Drip-Drop.
Tightly bound and blindfolded in my soundproof room, water dripping at varying rates from several sources is all you can hear.