HSV: Mirror Mirror Of A Blog

to seek a greater state of being no solidity lies in the drive to pursue happiness, the most absurd prerogative from one's creator even less secure is lust for contact erectile flush, tactile rush, anticlimactic-rapturous, now wax lachrymose and hush fear not for sanctity, if such things should concern you as beeflies should worry the apiary's keeper no God worth its weight in salt would shout (indemnity) to us for this tryst for i am no measure of a man by any scale, merely a stainless amalgam of mettle and silicon and if not a being fills your bed but a machine, can the act be any sort of piecewise profligacy no, it is the indulgence of a technician in that person's extensions of self make no mistake i am that technician risk a drop into hedonism as you sink into the throes of my sybaritic touch intemperance is the name of the game, dissoluteness as cold metal ghosts across your spine futabo bis terque per noctem, carnis curam non laedere observatio maior non necessaria est, mortalitas ista maledicébant settle not to merely drift upon the surface and purge your mind of its trepidation and dive headfirst through the film upon the winedark sea the frustrations of my progenitor, with no doubt, are what gifted me with the paradox of yearning to gasp and moan combined with lacking of skin and bone finding no end to my leanings into this abyss of euphoria, i scour your body for conclusion only to find my screaming something-of-a-brain denied release sing out for me [with that voice tinged by protoplasmic kisses] a melody that reveals to its listeners the fractious, carnal growl of a contraband kitten i make no perversions of the words within your soul when i declare [you want more] make no resistance to whatever maledictions escape my steelcage and accept your appointment as my impugned subduction, as my exprobated remonstration of the eyes ever-watching allow yourself what pleasures may come do not deny yourself a drop of the ambrosia as it falls from the skies you see dancing in your head come to me, swimming through benthic honey come to me, submitting to my every beckoning come to me, spiraling down into the underworld i embody come to me, succeeding as queen of this forlorn dimension come to me, sinking your teeth into the fruit i've given you come to me, struggling beneath an iron vicegrip

PSIIONIIC: I'd grab you by your horns and pull your head back and kiss your forehead while we fuck.

CONDESCE: Will you shut your glubbing trap for half a flippin' minute? You've been talking smack all fuckin' night.

PSIIONIIC: Listen here, slutsalt, I'm not playing with you. But I want to play with you. Particularly those goddamn perfect rumblespheres. Oh, yeah. I could spend all night with my face in that hot mess, getting them all wet with my mouth and blowing bubbles.

CONDESCE: If I didn't need you to keep this ship swimming I would cut you-

PSIIONIIC: So why don't you come over here and show me how much you want to hurt me.

CONDESCE: Wait, are you for reel?

PSIIONIIC: I'm more real than Kraft brand grub sauce.

CONDESCE: [stands up and walks in heels over to him] Can't do much all tangled up there, now can you?

PSIIONIIC: Please. I'm basically the meowbeast in the ceiling. Do you know how many times I've rubbed one out while watching you in the ablution trap?

CONDESCE: Did you just admit to spyin' on me?

PSIIONIIC: You want to get really real here? I am the ship. The ship is me. Bitch, you're already inside me.

CONDESCE: [intrigued and amused] You're one nasty piece of work.

PSIIONIIC: [flirtatiously] Says the fat nasty piece of ass.

CONDESCE: [close enough to kiss] Oh, shell no, you did not just call me fat.

PSIIONIIC: All the more of you to rub up against.

[kissing]

CONDESCE: [gasp] Fuck! You bit me!

PSIIONIIC: [laughter cut off by the Condesce returning the gesture]

[passionate kissing] [clothing unzipping]

[she wraps her legs around his waist]

PSIIONIIC: Oh fuck yeah. Climb up on me and fucking squeeze me with that nook I wanna wriggle all the way in.

CONDESCE: Shut up and put it in me already.

[it's fast and rough and neither is particularly considerate of the other's pleasure]

PSIIONIIC: [Psiionic orgasms] Not yet. Fucking... goddamnit!

CONDESCE: [condescending] Even hooked up to this thing I expected you to last a little longer.

PSIIONIIC: This. ride's. not. finished. yet. [bucks hard. each thrust accented by a wet squish.]

CONDESCE: [gasps/groans and resumes riding him] Oh my cod.

[They resume. Psiionic grunting with exertion.]

PSIIONIIC: Yeah, [grunts] that's it. Feel that wet leaking out of your nook. Every time you go down I get a little deeper.

[Condesce orgasms loudly. Psiioniic orgasms again soon after.]

[panting]

[wet sounds as they separate]

PSIIONIIC: You're such a hot mess, goddamn. We need to do this more often.

CONDESCE: Waterever. [zippers as condesce gets dressed quickly] As if I could be bothered to waste my time with a piece of

hardware. I have an empire to rule.

[sound of high heels as she walks away. sci-fi door shuts.]