1. Memento Mori


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

    someone or something has been on my trail. I cannot let her find out. She would think *I'm* insane, and I might lose her. That's a risk I simply cannot afford to take, so concealment is necessary. Sometimes a white lie is necessary for the greater good. Also, the Darkness is not the only one who is in pursuit of something; I am searching for something, too. Mary is currently my best hope of finding it. She has been after the Grail for as long as I have, maybe longer. I know that by sticking with Mary I will find the Grail, I simply know it. I can feel it somewhere deep inside my heart, in my soul. I know not what form the Grail will take, but I know that when I find it, I will recognize it. Some from the Old Days say that man built machines to serve man but machines became too complex and a switch was flipped. After that, man became robotic in his work and home life and lived to serve the machine. He forgot how to be a man. I don't know if this is true or just a myth, but it sounds like they were dark times. I am blessed therefore to live Post-Event. There may be confusion now, but at least a man can be a man. At least I can find myself without someone breathing down my neck, waiting for me to approach my inner self and screaming when I got close. Except for the Darkness. That's always there. Waiting. Watching. Ready to swallow my soul. Or maybe eating it bite by bite. Who is to say which Age is better? Certainly not I. Chapter 2 The course of life is unpredictable… no one ...
    can write his autobiography in advance. - Abraham J. Heschel I sustain my investigations on a diet of leads and luck. On this occasion, I am following a lead Mary gave me. Surely she wants something in return, and when I have it I will be quick to give. We have a good relationship, which is based on reciprocity. I arrive at an old man-built brick building, decrepit but not without a certain charm as one of the remaining buildings from before the self-erecting orgo-buildings supplanted them almost everywhere. I am met at the door by an elderly man, bald with hair over his ears. I've been told by Mary that his name is Dr. Witten. The Doctor invites me in. &#034Do you know how deep it goes?&#034 He says. I had just been wondering how deep the &#034rabbit-hole&#034 goes. It is as if he is reading my mind. &#034How much do you know?&#034 Sometimes I feel like I know nothing. &#034I don't know.&#034 I feel like it goes infinitely deep. A frightening falling sensation comes over me, and just as quickly vanishes, right when Dr. Witten starts speaking, as if his words fill the void and cushion my fall. &#034Well, I'll just assume you know nothing.&#034 He casts a sidelong glance at me and smiles. &#034And I'll just assume you know everything.&#034 He talks in riddles and paradoxes as we walk around the capacious room. &#034I'll give you a few bites to chew on. We'll see how you digest that and maybe later I will give you a few more. You must start slow or you'll get sick.&#034 Another ...
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