Taylor walks into the house, his body twitching uncontrollably. Fuck, it's already been a few hours and I'm still feeling it. He thinks as he wipes his nose with sleeves. His body felt like it just finished having an hour-long orgasm.

Sylvie walks into hallway and takes a good look at Taylor. “Where have you been? And why are you giving off crackhead vibes?” She asks, feeling suspicious. Is this bastard cheating on me? She wonders.

“Ugh, nowhere. I was just… walking around…” He says as his mind drifts to what happened earlier. Taylor had just learned the sin-eater technique and went for a walk to try it out. Taylor felt like he hit the jackpot. He found a kid who was growing sexually frustrated by being with his new step-mom. Taylor’s mind lingers on his memory of it before losing control and releasing a load into his pants.

Sylvie watches as a wet spot grows on Taylor’s pants and she sniffs the air. “Did you just jizz in your pants? Taylor, what the fuck is wrong with you?” She asks, shocked. She didn’t whether to be angry or worried.

“Ughhh.” Taylor hums before thinking it over and deciding to come clean. Clean my conscious, then my pants. Taylor decides. “I can explain.” He says, his head lowered in shame.

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…

“Taylor, that’s fucking gross. Stop doing that. That’s literally one of the most perverted things I’ve learned about you. And I already have a good idea of some of the weird shit you’re into.” Sylvie says, some disgust on her face.

“Sylvie! Sin-eaters are an important part of a functioning society! Without us the world would be in chaos!” Taylor exclaims, trying to defend himself. He really didn’t want to stop this new hobby of his. That dude wasn’t wrong. Some of the tastiest shit I’ve ever had. Taylor thinks as some drool leaks out of his mouth.

“Ew! Taylor! Are you still thinking about it? Stop it!” Sylvie exclaims, disgust fully expressed on her face.

Taylor wipes the drool off his mouth. “Honestly, Sylvie, I don’t think I can stop. But you’re right. I need to control this shit. I feel like it it’s more addictive than crack.” He says, deciding to be more responsible. This was still new to Taylor and he didn’t know if there were any dangers to this technique. Once in a while, though… He thinks, his mind already wandering to what he’d find on his next outing.

Sylvie frowns. “Taylor. You’re fucked.” She says before leaving the room. She had to step away from Taylor for a moment.