No strings, no rules—free use is free use.

I was just doing the dishes, minding my own business, when my roommate’s urge hit him. One second I’m rinsing a plate—next thing I know, he’s behind me, lifting me up and bending me over the counter.

My chest is pressed against the cool surface, legs dangling off the ground, barely able to brace myself before he slides into me. There’s no easing in—just the blunt force of his need. I’m already wet, thank god, because he doesn’t give me time to catch my breath. His hands grip my hips, anchoring me as he thrusts deep and hard, keeping me from slamming into the edge of the counter.

My arms shake as I try to keep myself upright, but he’s in control—holding me steady, using me exactly how he wants.

He finishes inside me with a few final, rough thrusts, then just as quickly sets me down like nothing happened. I’m back in front of the sink, legs barely holding me up, his cum slipping down my thigh while the water still runs.

I could finish myself off right here. Or maybe I’ll wait until the dishes are done.

This is my life now—and honestly, I fucking love it.