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pastramihamster · 12 Sep 2026 -
Saturday morning in the house, after the orgasm. Tina is in a haze of glory as "Markus" finishes the shower that felt too vivid. They walk out in sweatpants to find Sarah on the hallway floor. Her father has seen the piercing she paid for herself. Tuition is now the leash. He sits down across from her meaning to be stoic and instead says the exact thing she needed, in a voice that does not sound like his. He thinks the words were his. Someone else knows they were not. Maybe a girls perspective isn't an awful idea right now... even if its in the weirdest possible way.
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Tina's POV:
The water was still too hot.
It ran down the middle of this broader back and over the softening weight in my hand and I just stood there with my forehead on the tile like the orgasm had taken a floor out from under me. The last of it was already gone. Washed off. A thin film on the skin of these fingers and then nothing.
“That’s it?” I heard his voice say again, quieter this time. “Already?”
The comedown was meaner than the climax. I had wanted the proof. I had wanted the first real, male finish from the inside. I got it. It had been huge and simple and over. Now this body was just wet and used and standing in a roommate’s shower while Sarah existed somewhere on the other side of the door. Geez... a male's post nut clarity is NOT a joke.
Be a human. I let go of him.
The cock sagged in a slow, unimpressive way, heavier than it had been five minutes ago, a little darker at the head. I looked at it the way I looked at a failed trial. Data collected. Result smaller than the hypothesis. My own chest, the real one, was empty in a bed down the hall and I could almost feel the shape of that absence if I reached for it. I did not reach.
“Okay,” I made his mouth say, shaking my head and talking to myself. “Clean yourself up. You’re not doing that to him again.”
I took the soap.
It was his soap. Cheap unscented bar, already worn concave in the middle. I worked it between these larger palms until it slipped and then I put both hands on the chest I was wearing and washed like that could make any of this clinical. Hair. Collarbones. The flat plane where I kept expecting something softer. Nipples that still tightened when the water hit them even though I was not trying.
I dragged the bar lower. Stomach. The line of hair under the navel. Then the cock again, because it was there and it was dirty with what I had just done to it and leaving it would have been sloppier than touching it. I washed it with two fingers and a thumb, not a fist. The skin was too sensitive now. Even that light pass made the whole pelvis flinch and …
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