Subdued Morality ( Part 1- The Trap)

She didn't really hesitate, I hadn't given her a chance. That really provoked my tamed conscious to molest the dawning reality and use the imposing effects of our previous conversations.

"hey only 5 mins left, then my net will go off. its already 12:55"
"well what can we do in 5 mins? let it pass by" I was almost yawning. the thought of losing the battle in 5 mins didn't thrill me. it felt like a big turn off.
"what happened? are u thr?" she was still online
it had been one hell of a conversation, from my side it had just been a routine "I-just-want-sex-chat" kind of thing with her being selflessly innocent talking about the guy she loved
But i could still feel the throttle, so I threw my final punch.
"hey give me ur no., we could chat through SMS even if ur net goes off"
"9818...."
"Ok! thanks"
"so just 2 mins left, you want to say anything?" she still felt warm at being talked into stuff she didnt really want to.
"well! u say something, anything non-veg before its gone" I had though about puking this out for a long time, but managed to spill only in the dying moments

It was not a question of morality, It is never a question of morality, harassment or anything sleazy at all. It was a step by step, deliberate effort to bring it to the point, where it doesn't sound obscene.

It was like making a trap and convince the prey that falling onto the net and getting choked by the trap was the best thing that has ever happened


XYZ is typing

12:59 : "do you masturbate?"

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