M52 My last night of January, 2026.

I was in a very bad way. I couldn't deny myself my needs. They encompassed all my thoughts wholly without relenting.

My head hurt and my breath couldn't be controlled. I was angry, confused and lost in frustrations. I went to lie down, closed my eyes and tried to focus. I don't know how long I laid there in the quiet stillness of my home. I didn't sleep, I drifted.

When I did get up, it was because I had a hard on. I couldn't help myself, so I did something I shouldn't do and headed for the bar a few blocks away after midnight.

I went to a bar I know the other broken go to. It's a dive with terrible bathrooms. I wouldn't trust the draft beer there, and all the premium spirits have been refilled with something cheaper. It's people no different.

When I arrived the bouncer warned me that he remembered my past behaviors and he was watching. It is nice to be known!

Sometimes I fight in public. Only with men who don't have a clue and push their stupidity on me. This place is rife with woke performative male morons at times.

I see them as much a groomer as I am in their awakened ways. They are so stupid they can't see the similarities between us, only the perceived disparities. They listen, and understand. Those guys fill others with a hope you could change. A change that's more for their interests than the girls.

I'm honest, I don't give a fuck. I can't change you, and to try would be a waste on my end. I will use you as you are for what you are as I need.

Going inside I saw a woman with blue hair, more bratty punk than depressed Goth, with a nose ring and tattoos. I purposely met her eyes when I entered. She was petite, vocal and doing shots with a guy who had a culturally appropriated....satchel? FFS, on a Saturday night, a SATCHEL!. I thought her attractive and figured she was in her own game with the beardo milking him for drinks. I could see she was too much for him before any of us even spoke.

I silently thanked him in my head for getting her drunk and logged her as a maybe if they separated through the night.

I walked by making eye contact again with my eyes telling her I was looking to buy what she sold as personality and look in order to fuck her.

Upon closer inspection though she came off as low lying drunken fruit and not the challenge I was truly looking for that night so I logged her in my thoughts and made my way around to find others who would present a more of a challenge.

I left her for the posuer to play with. Guys with twat knots for hairstyles and who have "considerations" about her drunken state that I don't.

I was talking with a group at the bar as you do. Blue hair came up to us. She asked me something about being older and probably needing to go to bed soon and then giggled. Bratty bitch hooked me right then and there. I forgot she was with someone for a moment.

I allowed her to jab at me verbally. She was trying to be more playful than mean, I understood that. My head did not. It began to swim in her demeaning comments, as playful as they may have sounded.

Then the man with a satchel came up to take her back to his table. He looked at me aggressively, I smiled and waved. He told me to hit on someone my own age. I reminded him she came to me.

It was after that exchange I knew she was the one I wanted. My night changed from my needs to my wants. I wanted to hurt that fuck. I was going to cuck that woke wannabe dick with his girl in a terrible bathroom tonight.

She came back later to sit with me for a bit when he went outside to smoke. She apologized for earlier. Her boyfriend is a dick, blah, blah, blah. She didn't have respect for him, that's all I needed to hear.

She went to playfully smack me at some point because I wasn't listening and I grabbed her arm and held it firmly. I don't practice "looks', my face is my face. I looked at her holding her arm firmly and there & then I had hooked her.

We sat together for a bit before I told her she was coming home me with me tonight. In no uncertain terms did I tell that disrespectful bitch how I was feeling, and what I was capable of.

As per usual, she feigned shock, yet still played with her hair and moved closer. She told me she's done " stuff like that before" & " was into the idea of more or better".

Honesty is the real the panty remover, if the whore wears them, of course.

She told me she wanted to leave with me, but couldn't leave without the dumb douchebag she came with. I told her that wasn't a problem for me tonight.

We he comes back, go toward the washrooms, I told her. She looked at me and smiled. She didn't think I was serious.

I want you to kiss him with my load still on your breath, or something like that was said by me and it was the ticket.

She met him on his way back inside and had him get her a drink to buy us some time. He sat and smirked at me. I walked past him towards the washrooms to meet his girl.

In the washroom I found her in the back stall. I went in and she began to kiss me. No honey, that's not why we are here.

I put my hands around her neck and squeezed, I told her she was to blow me like the whore I know she is.

Releasing her neck I pulled out my cock. I told her to open her mouth and accept being used by a better man tonight.

She started sucking but really relied on her stroke game. I grabbed her wrists and held her arms above her head and began to pump her face with her head bouncing on the stalls wall. Others heard and cheered a little.

This was not about abusing her tonight. This was not about dominating her. This was exertion of dominance over another man with my cock in his girls mouth.

She was to feel like a slut, and he was to feel like useless immaculated shit. I came faster than I thought fucking her head, which was fine, time wasn't on my side last night.

We sorted out in the stall, exchanged "socials" , planned for Wednesday and exited seperately. When I was at the sinks the bouncer came in checking stalls. We looked at each other. I joked about how he was keeping a close eye on me as I walked out.

I told blue hair to wait until I come back to kiss him. I wanted to watch that asshole suck a bit of my dick last night too. She did, a big tongue kiss. I heard him say, "Your lips are so warm! I can't wait to go home" .

She told him she had too much to drink already and didn't even start the one he just bought for her. She was tired and just wanted to go home to bed. I finished my drink, made knowing eye contact with blue hair again and left.

I felt better than I had in awhile when I left last night. My ears stopped ringing, my breathing could be controlled and there were no anxious frustrations. I slept warm, dry and my head in calm silence. For the time being.

February 14th, 2026