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It's an icy Monday night and I find myself gazing up into the boundless, black, bitter night sky in amazement, it seems as if somebody had just hauled a massive, muddy, silk fabric to the brink of the Earth and dressed it over the atmosphere lightly, embedded with miniature, glowing, gold gems dotted all over the place. I can taste a damp, fresh, tingling mist on my tongue from the fog and I can smell nothing but a strong, nippy smell of frosted flowers and leaves, resting under the colossal silk blanket which is covering the entire night sky. I can feel nothing but my dry numb fingers and the sheer essence of the bitter air, blowing gently against my face and through my chilly hair. I pause for just a minute or two, standing on this frosty field with my head arose, taking in this fresh, frozen feeling. I space my brain for a just a couple of seconds. I'm thinking perfectly clear now.
In the beginning, a new race
Two different races, once to be allocated to rule Earth In the beginning.
A race which bears no judgment, prejudice, sorrow, anger, wretchedness, or guilt; with nothing but boundless freedom, happiness and equality for everyone and everything with their ambition in life to inspire unity and togetherness. This species were perfect. They were creative thinkers, open minded, polite, welcoming; nothing but good words.
Each individual had pale, white, delicate skin; yet it was inviting and softly shimmered constantly. They had pointy, long cheek bones lying upwards from their lower cheek, sloping downwards towards their upper cheek section. It looked like silicone implants under their skin, only it came naturally to them. Their eyes were l
Your domination, Dear
Your domination, Dear
Walking up the stairwell, almost there, I look behind me in curiosity, to still see you diring for me. Open the senescent door knob, to enter the frosty, desolated, room, with nothing but a ridged bed in the middle, looking displaced. Lunge at me in in a lustful, fiery, auguring state; star struck with your promising yet lethal shadow, firing at my body. Startled, but captivated, sedated, by your scent and medium, rapidly aiming at me. Your cutting, toxic burden to me has got me controlled and astounded, I try to move, but your biting impact, has me taken over. You tenderly, but vigorously whisper in my ear, '' Get used to it. ''
It feels like a few hours later now, since you predominated me. Not knowing you had the intentions to instruct me, emphatically... I went on with it. I look up to see your face, striving to adjust my eyes which have been injected and bathed in your toxicating sw
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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