"this is the great work of a man:
always to take the blame for his own sins before God and to expect
temptation to his last breath." - Saint Anthony.
I can't remember her name. She was sick in a good way. "take your clothes off." I said "are your sure your ready" she said. "just take your clothes off." I said. "OK OK" she said. she sat naked on my bed looking at me like an animal that was about to be put down "now what" she said. "I am going to fuck your face." I said. she smiled and told me OK. "you want me on the bed?" "no, come over here and get on your knees." she smiled big and told me OK. This bitch knew what she was doing, she was ether given a supernatural talent or had sucked on many dicks. she kept looking with her sad eager to please eyes at me and I took her up on her offer. Grabbing her head with both hands and thrust-ed like a mechanical animal. I closed my eyes and felt a warmth unbelievable wandering why when I cared about their feelings they could give two shit's about me. But when I treated them like disposable toys they got off like porn stars. After awhile I quit thinking and listened to the gagging sounds mixed with her own pleasure from her middle finger that was in her cunt. eventually I came holding her head tight while I shot my load down her throat. I clung with pointless thrusts that got me no deeper. She took several deep breaths exhaling warmth and heat on my dick then play with my head like a cat lapping up milk. I fucked her till i came again. then fingered her till she came. she put her clothes back on but before leaving she said "thanks for dinner." I closed the door and never saw her again.
“I cannot follow you Christians; for you try to crawl through your life
upon your knees, while I stride through mine on my feet.”
―
Charles Bradlaugh
One day after talking too Alice Cooper through my radio for most of the morning I built up the courage and said "I take it god isn't Morgan Freeman then?" it's voice changed to that of Morgan Freeman and said "this is him speaking." And I said "I guess we all have someone to answer to now don't we." He screamed with his voice now demonic a deep. "shut the hell up or I will reach through this radio and grab you by the throat!" my ego crumbled and I walked off thinking what the hell is going on. when I returned to my bedroom I sat on the floor and waited for him to speak again. and when he did he said "their is a certain sadness that comes from worrying about the ultimate fate of a soul." then the radio went silent for almost a week, i decided to walk to the mountains and would be fasting until my body gave out. after several hour of walking the demonic voice entered into my head and told me "I am going to destroy you!" then a police pulled over and after explaining what i was doing she drove me home as she had done before. i walked up stairs feeling terrified. after going to bed that night I woke for a moment and saw a neon red glowing light with two empty sockets for eyes and a toothless jack o-lantern grin watching me sleep. I fell back asleep. but after I woke up I didn't sleep in that room for months. but occasionally I would feel a hand grab me. or something pass through me. I told this stuff to a family member asking him "is their redemption for me?" and he told me "Drew you can choose to go to hell...." then he smiled a wicked grin with hes head turning sideways like a curious owl.
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