Quoted By: >>68359456
>>68359388
>Be me
>It's been about two days since I captured that trigger honeypot
>Peering out the folded blinds from my apartment's vantage to look upon the street below, I note the make and model of each passing automobile
>Surprisingly little response from the glowtriggers that groomed her into this
>For once I'm actually starting to doubt if they were involved at all
>The things that come out of this trigger's mouth ever since she stopped freaking out...
>"C'mon, skinnie, at least flash me some of that hot monkey dick", and, "Trigger pussy is life-changing, you know?"
>That last one earned her tape over the mouth
>Which she was entirely too comfortable with, so I ended up taking it off a minute later
>No way that was just her, this had to be some three-letter-agency plot
>Fucking feds
>I look into my living room
>She's there, filling out her corner of the couch
>I still haven't cut her free of the net trap, and at this point I'm afraid to
>I shiver at the thought, and get back to what I was doing
>Grab a few bags of chips from the kitchen; some hot chips from the run-down Rexican shop nearby for me, and some weird herbie chips for the honeypot
>Triggers are herbies, right?
>I go back into the living room and toss her the herbie chips, which she accepts with a huff and starts munching
>I'm afraid that if I sit on the couch she'll try to pull some weird shit, so I plant ass on the ground and use the armrest of the couch as a backrest
>I flip on the TV to Rex News
>"Hey, skinnie."
>I sigh
"What..."
>She's talking with her mouth full, smacking her lips like an animal
>"You got YouSnoot on your TV?"
"Hell no, shit just makes me that much easier to track down."
>"You're fuckin' weird, you know that?"
>The gall of this bitch
>I look incredulously at her, and see she's leering hungrily back at me, tonguing the chip dust from her fingers
>"But I don't mind weird..."
>She blew me a kiss, bunched up her tits to flaunt her cleavage
>Alright
>I've had enough of this
>Be me
>It's been about two days since I captured that trigger honeypot
>Peering out the folded blinds from my apartment's vantage to look upon the street below, I note the make and model of each passing automobile
>Surprisingly little response from the glowtriggers that groomed her into this
>For once I'm actually starting to doubt if they were involved at all
>The things that come out of this trigger's mouth ever since she stopped freaking out...
>"C'mon, skinnie, at least flash me some of that hot monkey dick", and, "Trigger pussy is life-changing, you know?"
>That last one earned her tape over the mouth
>Which she was entirely too comfortable with, so I ended up taking it off a minute later
>No way that was just her, this had to be some three-letter-agency plot
>Fucking feds
>I look into my living room
>She's there, filling out her corner of the couch
>I still haven't cut her free of the net trap, and at this point I'm afraid to
>I shiver at the thought, and get back to what I was doing
>Grab a few bags of chips from the kitchen; some hot chips from the run-down Rexican shop nearby for me, and some weird herbie chips for the honeypot
>Triggers are herbies, right?
>I go back into the living room and toss her the herbie chips, which she accepts with a huff and starts munching
>I'm afraid that if I sit on the couch she'll try to pull some weird shit, so I plant ass on the ground and use the armrest of the couch as a backrest
>I flip on the TV to Rex News
>"Hey, skinnie."
>I sigh
"What..."
>She's talking with her mouth full, smacking her lips like an animal
>"You got YouSnoot on your TV?"
"Hell no, shit just makes me that much easier to track down."
>"You're fuckin' weird, you know that?"
>The gall of this bitch
>I look incredulously at her, and see she's leering hungrily back at me, tonguing the chip dust from her fingers
>"But I don't mind weird..."
>She blew me a kiss, bunched up her tits to flaunt her cleavage
>Alright
>I've had enough of this