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God I wish Zen was a total bitch and treated me like shit. I'd want her to hate me and disrespect me constantly. Her overpowering and intoxicating rage would make my heart flutter and rose my cheeks up. I'd be too enthralled by her anger to actually listen to her. I'd let her yell at me, insult me and curse me. The smooth sounds of her fiery rants were orgasmic to my ears. They were music to my ear drums. Her words became a drug to my brain that left me high and horny. I would hear her passionate voice reverberate throughout my body. Like it was massaging every inch of my body at once, making me fill my pants with a sticky stream of my own warm semen.
I would remember fondly those days when she took me as her toy and abused my worthless dick until it exploded in hot jizz. And then she'd squish my head in between her thighs, smugly proclaiming "you can't live without me." And it was always true. With a simple flick of her butt, she could make me obey any command. I couldn't imagine living another day apart from her. Not when she filled my life with such passion. What else could even matter in life but her? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
And I'd beg her to fuck me again. Because I knew she loved it when I begged for her. She liked seeing me grovel for her. Seeing my pathetic face begging for forgiveness. I'd be grateful for whatever scraps she threw away at me. Anything to appease her and make her happy. Even if that meant getting beaten down and brutalized. I'd endure physical and mental torture. Anything for Zen
