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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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Nothing Else Matters By:  H.D. Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com)





Books.  Pen.  Paper.  Numbers.  Money.  None of these matter.  I was
once a man, but that doesn't matter.  I could have ruled the Universe,
but that doesn't matter.

I lost the only thing in my life I cared about.  She was all that
mattered.  I could have gone without breathing if it meant holding her
in my arms.  She was more beautiful that the morning rays cascading
through stained glass windows.  it took seeing her in the arms of
another man to open my eyes, and now that I can see, I wish I was
blind.

She was kind.  When I needed an ear to hear my bitching, she offered
hers.  When my back ached from a hard day of work, she was there to
take away the pain.  Every day I rose with her in my arms was another
day to thank God.  I lived because of her.  I loved because of her.  I
was human because of her.  And I threw it all away.

Why doesn't matter.  I did.  No one need know the truth of the matter,
and I will die with that knowledge locked away in my decaying brain.
I may well get rich beyond my dreams.  I may own several houses and
enough cars to stage my own stock car race.  None of that matters.

When she needed someone I was out.  When her face was stained with
tears, I wouldn't even bother to get a tissue to dry them.  All I
offered her was pain.  Even when we had sex, it was she who gave.  She
gave me tender touches and gentle kisses.  I gave her a hard dick and
a sleeping body.  I sucked on a tit.  She kissed away my pain.  I
fingered her cunt.  She held my manhood with a caring hand.  I sucked
at her clit.  She gave me pleasure.  I threw it all away.  Nothing
else matters.

Now I spend my nights alone.  Even when there is another body next to
mine, I am alone.  They don't matter.  I don't matter.  The only thing
that matters is now dead.  That is all that matters.

(dez187lm@hotmail.com)



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