Jimmy_Pure-Recharge and Prenatal_Father Tomassi’s Wet Dream_outcast
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Jimmy
…rd! This is so weird! This is so weird! This is so weird! This is so weird! I feel like my heart’s going to explode if this doesn’t happen soon. Ooohhh! I should never have agreed to this. What was I thinking? This is so weird! Ok, Jim! Just relax! Relax! This will be over soon! Just hold on, relax and it will be over soon. Breathe! That’s it, breathe. One, two, three, four! Breathe! One, two, three, four! Breeeeatheeee! Remember the exercise that you taught yourself, Jimmy boy! Come on now! Five things you see! Five things I see! What do I see? What do I see? I can’t see shit! It’s so dark! ...
Pure-Recharge and Prenatal
"Okay, I'm ready, ma'am," she said. The young customer tucked her dirty blonde hair behind her multi-pierced ear. She sported some bleached jeans with a black 'Nirvana' T-shirt. Her bangs rested heavy on her blue eyes. Her eye makeup, with its bright greens and yellows, seemed to have been based on a millennial's YouTube tutorial video.Alex appreciated the three day old disposable mask that hid the tightness of her lips even if it cut off her oxygen supply by about forty-seven percent. To keep up her excellent customer service, Alex only had to refrain from an eye-roll every once in awhile. Sh...
Father Tomassi’s Wet Dream
No! It had happened yet again! As he slowly awoke from the deep sleep, Father Tomassi first felt fear, next anger, and then the waves of shame as he sensed the warm wetness through his pajamas and on the bedsheets. This was the third time this month and the month still had almost two weeks left in it. He tried not to recall the dream that had caused yet another unwanted nocturnal ejaculation but he knew deep down that it was the one that had been plaguing him since adolescence: the one about his junior high school teacher. The dream he hid in embarrassment from the world most of his life. But ...
outcast
CN: death My bare feet sink into the soft, chilled, packewww.onedoor.ccd earth and the magic from the soil soaks into my weary bones. I take a deep breath of the fresh mountain air---healing my anxiety as it flows into my lungs. Closing my eyes, listening to the young bird song and the crackle of foliage with each step I take. On the wind there is a chant so rhythmic it calls to my soul and I lift my skirt to walk more quickly towards the roar. I’d run from this place, these people when I’d been old enough to think I knew better. I was terribly wrong. I’d thrown over peace, calm and Mother Nature to work o...