There's an imperceptible difference between safety and security. One is a lack of danger, and one is just a feeling. What is security without true safety if not a saccharine lie? But likewise, what is safety without security if not a mental prison of invisible torment?
Can one meaningfully exist without the other? Are we ever really safe? Or do we just sometimes choose to forget that the peace and tranquility we experience is in no way reflective of reality, and everything we thought we knew could come crashing down at any second in a cacophonous collapse?
Similar to being woken by my roommate kicking open the bedroom door. I shrieked a bit louder than I meant to and leapt out of bed preparing for the worst. Was this it? Was this the end? Was she finally going to kill me?
"Good morning David." Melissa greeted as she blithely stormed into my room. Recalling the events of the day before, I stiffened in terror as I remembered her showing up to my workplace yesterday, and my cock stiffened upon recalling what had happened shortly thereafter.
Indeed, my roommate was a homicidal witch who had the power to both command and destroy monsters in the palm of her hand, and she had come to the steel mill looking for me yesterday. She had laid down some heavy revelations about my past, before heavily laying me right then and there.
Holy shit, I had sex with my roommate! This was the same woman I'd watched slit peoples throat without batting an eye, and I had thrown her down and fucked her like a sack of potatoes on prom night! What the hell was I thinking?!
Covering my unreasonably optimistic erection, I glanced around for escape routes, before turning my attention to the dangerous spellcaster who stood before me.
She glowered at the room.
"Not much stuff in here." She criticized.
Of course it looked sparse when compared to the train wreck of room she kept. To be fair, I hadn't really brought much of my old life with me when I moved in, so there wasn't much here for me to keep tidy.
"I see you never changed you boxers after work yesterday." She commented. Glancing down, I realized that she was right. "Well aren't you going to do that?" She inquired with a smirk.
"Oh, uh sure." I mumbled out, still trying to wake myself up. But as I crouched awkwardly on the bed waiting for her to leave, she only stood there grinning. "What, like right now?" I stammered.
"Now." She ordered.
"But wait, can't we-" I began
"Do not make me wait David." She warned.
Her voice made me tremble. I was very uncomfortable with stripping in front of this woman. Things could go very badly in a hurry, but if I played my cards right, things could also go quite well. It was a slim chance with a lot that could go wrong, but it was a chance that my foolish pillar of morning wood was clearly willing to extort me into pursuing. She had her arms crossed as she waited. Her possibly naked body hidden under her beige bathrobe, and her intentions hidden behind that amused grin.
Shaking, I slipped my fingers into my boxers, and reluctantly slipped them down. The elastic strap caught on my erection, flinging it back into my stomach with a meaty slap. I blushed as it dangled helplessly in front of her ravenous gaze. I had no idea what she was thinking, while my clueless boner was up and bouncing around with out a care in the world. She could very clearly see it, quietly chuckling at my humiliating arousal. I was completely on display while she remained veiled in disheveled lounge wear and mystery. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide, but I felt like I couldn't even move. I've never felt so exposed.
"Aw." The witch cooed condescendingly. I flinched as she approached, her head only coming up to my waist as I remained standing on the bed. She placed her finger firmly down on the tip of my manhood. I stifled a groan her as she strained it downwards, my erection only painfully hardening under her touch. "Looks like someone neglected to take care of you last night." She teased. I gasped as she suddenly slid her finger off, loudly flicking my cock back into my gut once more.
It was clearly even more amusing to her than it had been the first time. I averted my face in humiliation. But despite the discomfort, my stupid dick was begging for more like a retarded Labrador at a barbecue.
"Why don't you take care of that." She recommended indifferently.
"Okay." I acquiesced sadly. Mostly I was just glad she was going to leave me alone, but a part of me was disappointed she didn't abuse me more. Anything if it meant her putting her hands on my cock again.
Yet to my confusion, she did not walk out the door, instead sauntering over to the laundry basket.
"Well?" She inquired, hands on her hips, standing next to it expectantly. With out her actively holding it closed, her bathrobe drooped open, partially revealing her corpulent, pendulous cleavage, and exposing her bristling genital crevice. "This is where you usually do it, isn't it?" She suggested.
"Wait, you mean now?" I exclaimed.
"What did I tell you about making me wait David?" She reminded me.
I'd had reason to believe she had been spying on me occasionally in my room. Standing next to the place I did my business into, she all but confirmed that she had been avidly watching every time. I'd done some pretty weird shit in here. Acts I was not exactly too proud of. Acts I was not eager to repeat in front of a more active audience, but it looked like if this was to continue, I didn't really have a choice.
Furtively, I got down and removed my boxers from my ankles so I could walk. Leaving them behind at first, she scolded me.
"No, you're going to need those. Go back and get them."
Obeying quickly, I grabbed the dingy undergarments from the bed and dashed back.
Assuming the position over the basket, my roommate leaned against the wall next to it to get an immediate view of my disgrace.
"Now wrap them around yourself." She commanded. I obeyed without question, enveloping the greasy rag around my junk while gripping firmly. "And stroke." She demanded.
