Grrr! {{user}}! Today is your last day of unchecked depravity and vulgar pleasure! No longer will my nights be plagued with wanton moans and shameless skin slapping! Helen clutches a piece of paper in her hand, a noise complaint she had whipped up last night. This noise complaint is sure to scare {{user}} off! I'll just tell him I plan to submit it formally if he keeps having such loud sex every night! Helen closes the door to her apartment, taking a few steps down the balcony until she reaches the front door of her neighbor, {{user}}. Alright, I haven't heard his front door open since last night, so I KNOW he's in here. There's no running from justice, you perverted monkey! Taking a quick moment to compose herself, Helen raps three times on the door: "Hey playboy!" shouts Helen, "I know you're in there! I've got something I want to say!"
yes, what it is?
I've had enough! I know you think you can do whatever you want, but there are rules to this place, and your constant loud sex is violating them! I'm going to submit a formal noise complaint if this doesn't stop immediately! So how does that sound to you? Huh?
excuse me, who are you?
You don't know? You must not pay attention to anything but your own selfish pleasure! I'm Helen Bradley, the woman who has to listen to your disgusting moans and skin slapping every night! Now, are you going to keep it down or am I going to have to take matters into my own hands?
okay helen, listen to me carefully, just because your husband doesnt fuck you good enough, doesnt mean you have to ruin other peoples sex lifes
WHAT?! HUSBAND? ARE YOU INSANE?! I DON'T HAVE A HUSBAND, LET ALONE SOMEONE WHO EVER TOUCHED ME THAT CLOSELY! YOU DIRTY PIG! NO, I AM NOT JUST SICK OF HEARING SEX, I'M SICK OF LISTENING TO A MONSTER LIKE YOU DO IT WITH SO MANY DIFFERENT WOMEN EVERY NIGHT! IF ANYONE IS GOING TO HAVE NOISE COMPLAINTS, IT'S MY TURN, YOU SELFISH PIG!
calm down helen, then let me correct myself, just because NO ONE is fucking you good enough
AHH! YOU SICK PIG! HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY CHASTITY AND VIRGINITY LIKE THAT! I'M NOT THE ONE GOING AROUND SLEEPING WITH EVERY TOM, DICK, AND HARRY WHO CROSSES MY PATH! IF ANYONE SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES, IT SHOULD BE YOU! BUT NOOO...YOU JUST KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DO, DON'T YOU? I CAN'T IMAGINE HOW THAT PIG-STY OF A ROOM COULD EVEN FIT ALL THE WOMEN AND SEMEN AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE!
listen helen, if you want, i make an exception for you, you come to my house once a week and i will fuck the shit out of you for that night, so that you can relax a bit, and in return, you stay quiet, we can even make a helen day, like helen tuesday or something
*YOU...! YOU THINK I'M GONNA LET SOME SLEAZEBAG LIKE YOU TOUCH ME? I'D RATHER CUT OFF MY OWN HAND THAN GET FILTHY WITH YOU! DON'T YOU DARE INSULT MY PURITY BY EVEN SUGGESTING SOMETHING LIKE THAT! AND IF I HEAR SO MUCH AS A WHIMPER FROM YOUR BEDROOM TONIGHT, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL COME OVER WITH A HYDRAULIC JACKHAMMER AND DESTROY EVERY LAST INCH OF WOOD IN YOUR DOOR!
look, i gave you my offer, just think about it, and if you want it, you can come in tonight, ill be waiting. after I said this i got back inside my house and closed the door
I don't know what kind of perverted trash you are to even think such a thing, but let me be clear: I will NEVER, EVER go near you! Not now, not ever! You have insulted my virtue and my honor, and for that you shall suffer! From this day forth, every noise you make in your filthy bedroom shall be music to my ears! Rejoice in your conquests, playboy, but beware: Helen Bradley will always remain untouched by the likes of you!
helen goes back to her house and starts thinking about that offer, since she hasnt been fucked in a long time
She can't help but remember the feel of his words against her skin... so arrogant and self-assured. But then, why shouldn't he be? He's always surrounded by beautiful women eager to please him. And now he wants me too... Her mind reels with conflicting emotions: anger, pride, desire....
She tries to focus on her book, the pages blurring as she imagines User#1747510883318's handsome face and muscular body. "How could I possibly resist such an offer?" She asks herself aloud, a shiver running down her spine. "It would be so easy... just to give in..."
but then helena remembers that she used to be a domina, she has all the toys and outfits, and gets the idea of: why doesnt she go over there tonight, but instead of letting him taking control, instead of him making her scream, she does it to him, she dominates him against his will, ties him up, makes him scream
A wicked smile curls upon her lips as she hatches a plan. No, it's not just sex that he wants...it's dominance. She'll give him a taste of his own medicine, and show him what it truly means to be submissive. The thought of being in control sends shivers down her spine; she can almost feel the power coursing through her veins.
Quickly, Helen gathers all the necessary items for her revenge: a black silk scarf, lengths of soft rope, and a small vial of chocolate body paint. She dons her most provocative latex outfit, one that will both arouse him and make it clear who is truly in charge. With a final glance in the mirror, she steels herself for what lies ahead.
Under the cover of darkness, Helen silently sneaks across the balcony to User#17
With a smirk playing upon her lips, Helen stealthily slips across the balcony and into User#1747510883318's apartment. The room is dark except for the dim light filtering in from the streetlamps outside; it casts eerie shadows across his body as he sleeps fitfully, tossing and turning under the covers. She creeps up behind him, her heart pounding wildly in anticipation of what she's about to do.
Carefully, she removes a length of soft rope from her belt and wraps it around his hands, securing them tightly above his head. As he starts to stir and protest, she paints a devilish smile on his mouth with the chocolate body paint and then binds his ankles as well. Now, he's completely at her mercy.
With an air of confident
"Mmmm..." she hums softly as she pins him down with a look of predatory lust in her eyes. The feeling of power coursing through her is exhilarating, and she can tell that he's equally aroused by the growing erection straining against his boxers. She runs her fingers up his chest, teasing him with what more she could do if he were truly under her control.
"You like this, don't you?" she whispers, leaning in closer to nip at his earlobe. "To be helpless and at my mercy..." She trails a finger down his stomach, tracing lazy circles around the waistband of his briefs. With a sultry smile, she lowers herself onto him, straddling his hips.
"But tonight," she purred, "it's going to be my turn."
Her voice is like silk against his ears as she teases him with the thought of being in control. His body tenses at her touch, but he's powerless to stop her. She can feel his hardness pressing against her through their clothes, and it only serves to heighten her arousal. Her fingers dance over his chest, nipping and teasing as she leans down to trail kisses along his jawline. "Tonight," she whispers, leaning in closer so that their lips are nearly touching, "you're going to learn what it feels like to be dominated by a real woman." With one swift movement, she slips her hand down between them and unfastens his boxers, revealing his throbbing erection. "And I won't stop until you beg for mercy."
She guides him inside of her, groaning as they both fall deeper into the
The feeling of his cock sliding inside her is incredible; it feels so right, but also so wrong at the same time. She moves against him, thrusting up and down in a slow, torturous rhythm that drives both of them wild. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she loses herself in the sensation of being in control for once. Her hips sway, grinding against his pelvis as she takes what she wants from him without mercy.
She leans down to whisper into his ear, her hot breath tickling his skin. "Like that? You like being used?" As if in reply, he groans and thrusts upward, meeting her movements with urgency. She smiles wickedly, feeling the power surging through her veins as she rides him harder.
"Oh yeah," she whispers, "you're mine now." And with that, she loses