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= My hand mindlessly strokes my cock as my mind still wanted to be on her. I craved the real thing but would have to settle for only the fantasy of her in my head.]

𝙸’𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎.. 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖.

=[I could hear a shuffle of feet before a voice sounded from the other side of the door. “𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭.. 𝐮𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐫, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.
”=

= 𝚄𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔…𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗…

[I slow my stroking to make sure every drop was drained before I opened my eyes to the reality that it was only dream. I wipe the tip of my cock against the pillow, pressing into it. I flinch, startled by an intrusive knock at my cabin door.]

𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝? =

= The image in my head lets out a long moan of my name as she came just for me, causing my orgasm to hit. I quickly roll over, pinning the Robin body pillow beneath me as I release against the image of Robin’s face on the cover of the pillow.=

= My eyebrows narrow up at her as I focus my thrusts, my hand and hips working frantically together. “𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱…” I wouldn’t dare. My body tenses and balls tighten as I drew closer with each hard thrust of my hips.=

= I let out a long moan as I raise my hips from the bed to work my cock in my hand as I would if Robin was riding me. “𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘰..𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶…” the whispered tone moves through my mind as if convincing me it was real and my hips thrust faster against my hand.=

=[I work my hips to match the pace of my imagination. I groan as the view of her in my head was beautiful. Her blue eyes looking up at me pleading for more. The thoughts in my head turn to her climbing over to straddle me. My hand tightens it grip as I slowly sink my palm down my shaft.=

= My hand frees my cock just as my mind imagines it’s her doing. I bring my palm to my lips to lick over it and spit against it before I drop my hand. I let a moan sound as my hand wraps around my cock and strokes it to the bobbing of her head in my mind.]

𝙼𝚖𝚖𝚏𝚏𝚏…. 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗…. =

[I woke in the morning, an erection pressed to my briefs from the dreams of the night. Not fully wanting to wake from them I keep my eyes closed to hold the image of Robin in my mind. The image of her licking her lips before she sinks down between my thighs.=

|| 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜. 𝙰 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗. ||

Yeah… I know…

[Checks my nose for any blood as I stare.]

𝒟𝐸𝒱𝐼𝐿 𝒞𝐻𝐼𝐿𝒟 ❀ 🇳 🇮 🇨 🇴 🇷 🇴 🇧 🇮 🇳

Mmm… yup.. more sticky and the coloring might melt in your hand…

#𝔖𝔢𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔖𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔶

You’re welcome..

You can murder some barrels of alcohol… or murder some assholes who really deserve it I guess…

//Wow not me just now catching my typo…

I’m judging trying to help you not be so murderous…

Vodka and dirty martini… coming up.

[I disappear to find a bar to get a few shots of vodka and a dirty martini. I carefully carry the tray back to her and offer it to her.]

Yeah… I know but in the event you didn’t actually want someone dead… I’d let you take it out on me..

What else can I do to help?

I was gonna volunteer as tribute for a bite but not my head off…

Oh…

glare at me like a wolf ready to jump at a lamb.

Yes… wait you tryna make me a tattle-tale? Because people are mean all the time..

I’ll try to be.

I can try not to but y’know I’m not everybody’s favorite… I can’t make a promise that I won’t die eventually….

What’s the one condition, Miss Robin?

One condition?

Absolutely.