Abigail’s Pet Project

I’ve been quiet lately and there are reasons for this that are too dull to be worthy of description here but it has made me realize the extent to which Abigail dominates my life - not just in the literal kink way but to the extent that absent her I don’t have an extensive series of social network with which to take her place. But I like that. Abigail has a way of being a friend and a destroyer which is deliciously self-contradictory. Honestly, it wouldn’t be nearly so hot if she was a pure cardboard cut-out ‘ruthless bitch’ ‘femme supreme’ or some such. And she’s very aware of what she wants, and isn’t afraid to say nothing when you’re being a typical male and doing a terrible job of hiding that you just want wankfare from her. It’s very easy to feel pathetically needy in her presence. She is who she is and nothing will change that, least of all you. Least of all me. Being forcibly intoxicated and financially drained by your best friend is a very sick idea but here I am. I’m rather fond of the perverse dynamic and I don’t think it’s something I can find anywhere else. So she’s evil, but in the best of ways.

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