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What was the excuse the moment you discovered you had been pounding your best friend’s ass for the past five minutes? That may sound like a strange question to some, but if it had been an innocent mistake due to circumstances, then there would be no fault. The problem there, though, was that one of them knew the truth, yet still remained quiet throughout the feasting on their private area. The sick thing? Both of them enjoyed it to a level where they wouldn’t have stopped even if they had made the discovery earlier. One of the friends had came over late and crashed on their couch, while the other was having a late night of drinking

So I’ve been having this idea bounce in my head for the past few days now and wanted to throw it out there to see who would be interested. Without further ado: A world where man and machine live together but in reality man only uses the robots as tools only, even those that have gained sentience, only seen and treated as tools by the government and their people as guards patrol the streets. These guards will take any robot not working on their assigned jobs or any person caught sympathizing with robots to their respective prisons. The former is taken to a scrapyard where they are destroy bit by bit before their soul chip is crushe

You walk the seventh-floor corridor slowly, heart pounding with anticipation. Three times, you pace past the blank stretch of wall, thinking not of books or broomsticks, but of bodies, lips, breath, and touch. Of need. The door appears. Warm golden light spills out as you enter. The room shifts to meet your deepest craving. Enchanted candles flicker in midair, the air thick with something heady and forbidden. A common room with lush couches is before you and a hallway branches off to presumably bedrooms. You’re not alone. Someone’s already here—waiting. Their eyes meet yours as they give you a knowing smile t