Her void spot

Never did she know what to begin with all these male bodies, who kept harrassing her throughout her livetime. These muscular testosterone-driven animals, with their overacted complacency, their constant intrusiveness.
Always was she wondering when she listened to talks, first those of her classmates, later those of her collegues. But never ever could she understand, what others found in men. From the beginning she her beeing different. Completly different.
Yet she kept wanting men.
But not the way all the others seemed to agree upon.
And so she yearned for men in vain. And when they eventually came too close on her again, she instantly was disgusted. Nauseated by their virility, their obstrusivness. Even the decent, the slender ones werent any better, only keept waiting for their opportunity, to curl up once they felt safe by her proximity.

It was late, that she found her own way. Finding herself on top of this bottomless dissapointment having just stolen her maiden autonomy, finding her thumbs dug into his elastic throat; his blue face... shocking her but inhibitng her to release...
Since then she new, what was hers.

Only the mercyfree rope striping them down their arrogance, their aggressivness, makling a sensitive, vulnerable bundle of flesh out of them, twitching in a sling - which she put them on she gets what she always had been wanting to have.
They keep grinning complacently at first, as long as she solely has tied up their hands. Its only when she brings up the sling, that the arrogance vanishes from their faces. Thats when its up to her starting to grin.

Only when she has reduced them their violance to an innocent shiver, they are capabale to arouse her. Its only when their cocks have ceased their threat of penetration, mounting senseless into exhausted space, only then can she tolerate their carnal presence. And when she - just before they finaly relax - starts caressing their skin, they dissolve into gratitude, instead of blotching her, spilling into the void, dripping on a plain floor ultimately relaxing under her touch.
Thats, when she is able to love them, when she loves them eternally, because she knows, that she needs her delinquents for living, just as much the delinquent needing her for death. And she knows her hand, having put them to to death, having put them to right.
Dead silence testifying their consent, final conciliation between their sexes.