It was here that I began feeling the spaces between my atoms. Electric synapses made long lazy jumps one to the other many of them missing their mark. At some points, particularly when he had me bent over I felt I had hard seeds all under the soft parts of my skin. I was a possibility held in check. Hatred groaned in me with gluttony.
Nothing is purer and more delicious than hate.
While your friends may help you, it is your enemies that spur you on to greater acts than even you thought possible. I could only have an orgasm when I imagined this one scenario. Two men attacked him while I pressed myself against the wall and watched anonymously. As he was entered in a dry thrust, I felt my fingers twisting into vines. My veins began fanning out into leaves of incredible greens.