


In medias res adverb “into the middle of a narrative; without preamble.” You awake past midnight on the first Tuesday of October and a stranger is inside you. You have no context, no frame of reference… all you know is that your legs are raised around the pale shoulders of this stranger. A stranger who is now thrusting his hard shaft into your body in a series of deep, wet strokes that can only indicate he isn’t wearing a condom. His blue eyes are looking down at you, and his soft moans and devilish grin can only mean that he has been enjoying you for longer than you realized. Even if you could muster the strength to fight him off, the truth is… you've already been taken by this man, and it’s only a matter of time before he finishes and uploads his cum inside you. From the rhythm of his thrusts it looks like he might be getting close. Ft. @misterwasp