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From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister)
Subject: {ASSM} Story: Fix - fix.txt [1/1]
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Greetings. Here is another story from the Mind of H.D. Meister. If
you are not at least 18 or live in a community which does not allow
adult material, DO NOT READ THIS. Post freely, archive and critique as
you will so long as the work is not altered in any way, you do not
gain a profit from my work, and all due credit is given to the author:
me.
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Fix
By: H.D. Meister
(dez187lm@hotmail.com)
Rehab. What a joke; there's not one doctor trained to combat the
sickness I gave myself. Smith and Wesson have a cure, but that's
illegal. Only if I get caught, and with my luck I will.
You are the sickness. I shot myself up with you every time I fucked
you or you blew me. And I enjoyed it as surely as any other addict
enjoys their first high. The first high; after that it becomes a
matter of not going down. I lost the will to live because of you. I
became just another fiend because of you. Substitutes wouldn't do,
and I tried hard. Quitting cold failed. I was an addict for life.
And you knew it. That's why you left me.
I can hear your laughter when you pass by me. You enjoy the pain
which rips me apart. it's more than my dick could ever give you. I
can remember every movement of your cunt as you rode me. The smell of
your cunt makes my mouth water. The hunger claws at my nerves to the
point where I cannot even hold down a job. And still you laugh.
I should have known better. I knew what would happen when I met you
that night at the bar. You were looking for a dick to fuck and I was
too drunk to care what I fucked. I was lost long before I fucked your
dry cunt. You didn't care about me; those words were only meant to
keep me there. I fucked every hole you offered me. Cunt. Mouth.
Asshole. I rammed my dick into your asshole with one stroke... AND
YOU DIDN'T EVEN MOAN!! And all I could think about was getting laid.
I should have thought about how I was fucking myself.
How many others walk the streets like I do know? How many others sit
in some sheltered corner and rock themselves to sleep muttering to God
to deliver them from the oblivion you placed them in? How many halves
of children have dies in you asshole? Your cunt? How many have you
swallowed and digested? How many have you used for food!!! How many
have died on the dry, lifeless desert of your tits? Ass? Stomach?
You don't even care. All that matters is that another come and join
me in my suffering. That is all that matters to you: the next fix.
You need us as much as we crave you. A few will rise above it, but
they will always be addicts. There will always be that single nerve
inside of them that needs you. That's your pleasure. You know it.
They know it.
But I won't suffer anymore. Dead, I'll just be another meal for the
worms. You will have won, but I will win also. I will walk this
Earth and warn others to stay away from you. The cleanest addict
ain't an addict.
Then where will you get your fix?
(dez187lm@hotmail.com)
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