Ren (Patreon)

Fucking was always the boring part for Ren.

But it felt like a waste of a night out if she didn’t. Not in the sad way a younger her might’ve felt pressured to engage in—she still liked the sex, but it was rarely the part that satisfied her. Most of the time she just ended up begging to be fucked as hard as possible to get it over with. 

She almost never picked men she actually liked. Most of that had to do with the fact that she had stopped being drawn to conventionally attractive men, though if she did come across someone hot, it was pretty much impossible for her to turn that down either. In any case, it was now more exciting to be somewhat of a tourist and enter environments she had no business being in with men she would’ve never have met otherwise. Her friends routinely gave her shit about this, saying it was “problematic” but as far as Ren was concerned, two wrongs made a right and men always fetishize the people they fuck in one way or another. If it doesn’t last, it’s all a two-dimensional fantasy.

So here she was—every weekend out, dressed up accordingly for the target she stalked. To the outsider, just another cold, lonely mid 20-something year old who was more focused on her career than her personal life. But Ren loved the feeling of being chased and infatuated. The thing that depressed her was that she couldn’t help but sour on people quickly. There was just something so satisfying about figuring out what a specific man liked and becoming that fantasy for them. Getting pounded was just meditative at this point. Just the dull pain and bliss of being filled and stretched out over and over again by men that repulsed her in one way or another.