A mean text fight. My ex can be the most myopic prick I've ever seen. So he gets a choke-out, sadistic-squeeze stroke job because I know he hates being left in bondage after squirting. That's why I make him squirt. Because I. Don't. Care. A post-argument fuck can be the most amazing thing. But what about a post-argument fetish experience? Passions high, the height of weakness, we're our base selves. In the middle of the night, his tone changes. "Will you restrain me tomorrow?" He asks. He's so addicted that even after a cruel text fight, he still asks me to session. My EX. I sure will. Unforgettably. Humiliation? Forced? No holds barred desperation?