1. Memento Mori


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Taboo, Author: spermanator4, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    cosmic game that Mind plays. I feel like I might vomit and change my mental topic to the problem of the rapturs, a comparitively more tractable problem. &#034What are you thinking about? You always look knee deep in thought.&#034 &#034Knee deep, perhaps, but I master no thought. I was just thinking about brains. Processing other brains.&#034 I don't tell her the truth because I don't want her to know I am really intrigued by what the liquid drive revealed. Even if I don't believe it, why was it there? Does it mean anything? &#034I think there's a nugget of truth at the lowest level of the brain, and all the rest, things like what does this person think of me, which is just how is this person related to me, is built upon this nugget.&#034 &#034And what is the nugget?&#034 &#034I don't know. Just some fundamental physical law, something.&#034 I can never tell, when talking about these things to Mary, whether she understands well or not at all. Whether she is just humoring me or really thinks about it. &#034Maybe you're right,&#034 I concede, not really paying attention to what I'm saying. Arriving at Dr. Witten's, Mary knocks as I continue along my thoughts. I once imagined that the deeper one considers things in general, the deeper his appreciation of the world, and the thought stuck. The habit grew on me. Thought is all one does or is, so why not perfect it like one perfects playing a piano. But is playing a piano thought, *mere* thought? Or is it thought *and* action? Does ...
    it matter? &#034Hello, hello.&#034 &#034Hi, Dr. Witten.&#034 Mary is always much freer in her associations than I. I must admit it causes a tinge of jealousy. I say what feels like a stilted hello and we walk in. &#034All of life is a game, to all people. It's just a matter of making your game seem necessary enough to everyone else that you get to play it. That's what television used to be. Now it's the Whites' job ... Do you have my money?&#034 Dr. Witten seems to feel he owes us wisdom before he can ask for something or get into the meat of our meeting. &#034Well ... I have something equivalent, better in fact.&#034 Mary pulls out the liquid drive. &#034Oh, and what do we have here? A liquid drive. What is on it?&#034 &#034You won't believe it.&#034 &#034Shouldn't believe it,&#034 I mutter. &#034This stuff about the moon and --&#034 &#034And the alien bases on it and how it was created, yes I know.&#034 I look at him in disbelief. Mary says &#034Oh.&#034 She looks profoundly disappointed, like her lottery for a million dollars turned out to be for a million lashes instead. &#034But what's more interesting,&#034 he says, as he turns toward me and slowly raises his right hand until his index finger points toward my face, &#034I heard you had a run-in with Red Sulphur's crowning achievement.&#034 &#034Uhm. Y-yes. I did.&#034 Something about the way he asked unsettled me. &#034You know him?&#034 I feel uncomfortable with the change of subject for two reasons. I feel like what ...
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