Free Used by Kate Lynne

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    One of the many beginnings and an all too quick ending .
     
    Shit, I’ve done it again. First I’m riding Jason’s hard dick and next thing I know I’m tripping out like some stage five clinger. It happens every time and I lose control. The only way to get my control back is to steal the power. So I do what I have to do and I get high off of it. It’s the adrenaline rush and I just can’t stop. I look around me at the mass devastation that such a small force as myself has created and I smile. I actually fucking smile. An all-out, lunatic, Joker-looking mother-fucking smile, but a smile nonetheless. I’ve just finished dyeing my hair. Doesn’t matter what color hair I rock, I always look sexy no matter what. Looks will never fail me until I’m old and gray. I hope to be rid of myself by then. I don’t want to grow old, ever. I don’t want to be feeble, weak, or have to rely on another human being. We don’t give a flying fuck about each other. We may pretend we do for a short period of time to get what we want, but it’s human nature. We come first, we always have, and we always will. You are the only person you can rely on one hundred and fifty percent in life, don’t fuck that up. Love yourself, you’re all you’ve got in the end.
    I throw my freshly dyed blonde hair up into a black baseball cap, grab my bag and all of the loot that I’ve compiled, and hit the road yet again. I fly out of the driveway of an all too normal brick home. I’m driving a car that’s not mine, but I’ll ditch it soon enough. I know better than to keep traceable things. I just need it to get me as far as the closest bus station and then I’m back on the road, duffel bag filled with money in hand. I’ve been doing this for almost two years now. It’s become a part of my everyday routine. Just like you sitting there, drinking your coffee and judging me. That’s your normal and this is mine.
    Jason was my latest conquest. God was he easy. I met him out on the beach, surfer boy by nature. He was calming and I thought he would help calm me, too. He was beautiful. His bright blue eyes will be forever engraved in my mind. Well , at least until I find a pair of peepers to rival his and erase the memory. I think that I care. I think that I’ve found that one special person or set of persons. That one relationship to keep me ultimately satisfied. But it’s never truly the case. I guess deep down I know it, but I still do what I do. I like the thrill of jumping from one person to the next. Call me what you will, but I’m having fun and I don’t plan on stopping for you or any other fuck that thinks they are superior to my lifestyle. Be around me for more than five minutes and I’ll have you eating out of the palm of my hands just like the next. I’ll have you crying, cumming and loving within an inch of your life. You’ll fucking love it, too. You’ll hate that you do, but you will, nonetheless. Jason was simply too good to be true. All American golden boy with bleached blond hair and tanned tight abs. His dick was perfect. A pretty peen, if you will. Tan, just long enough to hit all the right spots, and thick enough to stretch me to perfect fulfillment. I should have known. Right then and there. But like most, he shocked me into submission and I followed him blindly. Unfortunately for my victims, I only remain paralyzed for a short time. I turn back into the real me and all hell breaks loose. Well, he was a good fuck while he lasted. Too bad he was married. Yes, fucking married. Golden girl wife, too. Gorgeous long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had perfect white teeth and a sexy little body. I can definitely see the appeal. But why did Jason have to fuck everything up? Why couldn’t he have just been a good little boy? Perfect doting husband, like you’d expect him to be at first glance. People are never what they seem. Use or be used; there are no other options.
    I ’m speeding