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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Lust Twenty
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Greetingd from the edge! Again... if you are not at least 18 or live
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Desire Eternal By: H.D. Meister dez187lm@hotmail.com
I have been dead for quite some time. Where once there was flesh and
blood, there is now nothing. I walk the streets free from the
confines which bind others, and see with eyes which see day, night,
and the time between. Yet even as free as I am, there are still
chains which bind me to this plane.
Dianne is but one link, but an important one. She was the first woman
whom I can truly say I loved. I can still feel her arms around me as
I hugged her for the last time. I can feel the tears on her cheeks as
they slide onto my poisoned flesh. I can still hear her scream in
anger the day I broke off our union. When she sees the truth of my
decision, I feel her pain. We remained friends even after our
breakup, a testament to the power within mankind to forgive.
I am dead because of one night of foolishness. I try to remember her
name, but it always floats just out of my mind’s grasp. I can
remember the putrid funk of alcohol on her breath as I kissed her dry
lips. I can still feel myself cast away all caution as I mounted that
sow without a condom. I know that her rancid sex felt even worse than
it smelled. The memory is clear, reminding me of the price I paid for
my stupidity. I did things with her that I had only read about. I
fucked her asshole savagely, not caring about the screams of protest
she offered. Never mind that I slid into her asshole as easily as an
figure skater glides across the ice rink.. She fucked herself back,
betraying her voice with action. I still feel her fingers as they
closed around my balls and caressed them as only a drunk bitch would.
I fucked my first bitch that night. It was not the gentle bliss I
shared with Dianne on many nights before; this was fucking. Raw sex.
Me first damn y’all. All I wanted was to spackle this broad with
load after load of my seed. I wanted to see her for the whore she
was. I wanted to be the scum I had tried desperately to avoid
becoming. The sound of our flesh slapping together has followed me
even here. I am reminded of a song from the 1980’s: I was a
squirrel tryin’ to get a nut. I remember watching her swallow my
dick whole, even after having just muttered that she did not know how
to suck cock. Yeah... right. And I’m Saint Peter.
I cry each time I see that first beer tilting towards my lips. All I
had to do was say no. All I had to do was be strong. I failed. I
failed myself... and Dianne. For one night of fucking I have been
granted an eternity of watching her live from the shadows populated by
the damned and foolish. Three times. I lost three load of my own
precious seed on that barren field of flesh. One such load even found
its way into that bitch’s twat. Perhaps, if she has not fallen dead
somewhere, I have a son or daughter. I pray this is not so; no child
deserves to be without a father. I remember laughing... LAUGHING!!...
as she thrusts her tongue up my asshole. Sick. Disgusting. And I
wallowed in the sensation, enjoying the decadent pleasure.
I am dead. I often find myself floating over Dianne’s body as she
prays to God to forgive me for what I have done. I feel the tears
which flow down her face, and curse the day that I betrayed her faith.
HE will not forgive me for I cannot forgive myself. I lost the one
person in my life I would have died for... smiling the entire time. I
long to touch her... tell her that I am truly sorry. That she does
not know the decaying of the flesh that I knew is a small victory.
I am dead. This is my tale. This is my warning. Love is the one
possession mankind can hold on to even after death. Know this... for
no wet twat can replace it. No blowjob can compare to its eternal
power. Know this... or I shall see you here... within the shadows.
dez187lm@hotmail.com
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