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.Too late.Too late for the antidote.I'm propositioning.Distended, it quivers, glowing like forged steel.I feel disconnected; an observer.Superior, they tremble and expand to bursting, emitting fiery white light.Neon bright spheres between my thighs.An inexplicable masculine phantasm.The blackness blinds, but doesn't suffocate.My lover bears down, burying me in bed.The searing heat of my shaft is enclosed with his granite length.Cold, so cold against my overheated skin.I want him, he is capable.Guttural sounds escape parched lips in child-like whimpering.My heat warms him, transferring my sexual craving.Fierce pressure, two as one.He is eager, needing it to make him whole.I appeal.My balls draw deep into my overheated body.My hips are free of his constraints and I thrust, soundlessly indicating.He incapacitates me again, the crushing darkness stuns me.* * * *I dress in abrasive lab white, the pressure from my pants excruciating.The full vial of antidote mocks me as I prepare for another tormenting day.The lovers wait in my lab that morning, and the memory of their sensuous lovemaking in the jungle creates pornographic images.I see beautiful bodies, now hidden.The groans of sexual arousal, the shouts of ecstasy pound through me.Questions.Brain celIs work, answering in expected responses.Questions.My face flushes with lust; out of my control.My mind whirls in erotic scenes.My cock strains; out of my control.I see their response and willingness.Their naked bodies surround mine, rubbing in the sexual foreplay of mortals.Bright lights of the sterile lab, the atmosphere is chilly white.Tart, chemical smell assails my nostrils.He holds me reverently.But, the rhythmic need is not there, the luminescent glow does not appear.His mouth covers and I fill him with unneeded nourishment.No pleasure, no excitement, no intense relief of climax.I stuff myself into my pants, as hard and hurting as I was at the beginning of this charade.* * * *Night again.I now know that I am his forever, will never be satisfied with another.I am willing to escape into a spiritual entity.A red-hot blade of flesh protrudes from my body, seeming to know that he'll come again.My body knows him better than I.Are we two different beings? Has he taken my man flesh over as his own? The vial waits, laughing, it knows.Jungle lust has the rutting scientist by the balls.* * * *My screams echo through the room as I double over.He knows.My stomach churns with the nausea only that kind of pain can produce.There is no numbing, nothing to dull the agony.My phantom vampire is emasculating me.Defenses take over and block the pain as I lose consciousness.* * * *I awake disoriented, suffering with every movement of my pain wracked mind.Afraid to remember, I cower on my bed.I shudder as I recall the unleashed fury and my last thought before blacking out.Emasculation, the dreaded word of any man walking the face of this earth.Worldly spirit that I am.* * * *No work: extended leave of absence.The crazed scientist does not trust himself with reality.I sleep perpetually, only then escaping my self-made confinement.My dreams are erotic nightmares to an impotent plebeian like me: Colorful, bright scenes of sexual perversions intense lovemaking, beautiful bodies, rigid spears of masculine flesh.They are full of things I've never done, never realized could be done.After these erotic-hell dreams, I wake to find my limp flesh nestled into my withering balls.He left my physical parts intact, to grin impotently.My nipple heals, leaving a star-shaped pucker of shiny new skin.The phantom being, the vaporous figment, fucked over the brilliant scientist, the cold clinician.I laugh hysterically, like a deranged man possessed.The laughing maniac finally drifts into the erotic limbo of sleep.* * * *Do you want me? A haunted voice.Yes.Oh, yes.NOW.Pain, or pleasure?Pleasure, I soundlessly beg.Please release me.I need your life seed to survive.I will take it with or without your consent.You know it can be done.Yes, I want to give.I want you to live and I need the pleasure only you can give me.* * * *Has this whole thing been a horrible nightmare, lasting only moments in my night's rest? A mad scientist run amok? Released suppression of a truly lecherous man, snapped, gone wild with lust?I laugh gleefully at my thoughts and admire my revived parts.I imagine what I will do with my new-found impurity of mind, proud of the lewd thoughts that fill my head.* * * *That evening I prepare as one does for a lover.My balls twitch in preparation.I stud-strut, with my cock extended like a pole from my excited body [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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