1. Memento Mori


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

    of it going up like an snake's unhinged jaw and half remaining where it had been. He's been shot. I look up to the buildings around me, crouching instinctively to make myself a smaller target. This all happens before I've had time to process what I've just seen. I just watched a man get murdered. Probably because of me. But all I can think of is: HIDE, HIDE, HIDE! Chapter 4 As you well know, I fuel my quest for the Grail on luck and leads. I most recently related my following of a lead. The lead didn't end well. Now I shall relate to you the former. I am again putting my faith in fate - if someone is trailing me, random movements should throw them off my scent. Upon Martin's very untimely death, I sneak away and I go to the neighborhood that is allegedly a breeding ground for the freed Reds. From what I gather, they have interbred with normal humans for enough generations to quell their more aggressive tendencies, so I should be safe. And if anyone is trying to predict where I'll be, they would never guess here. As I walk, for reasons beyond my grasp a certain quote from a spiritual leader in the Old Days - before the Event - bubbles up to my consciousness. &#034The recrudescence of Dionysus comes when we realize science is merely arrogant and grandiloquent, all its positive attributes worn on its coat, highly visible and external. But its tumorous rapidity of growth has been to the exclusion of what it cares not a whit for, and coinciding with said growth is anguish, ...
    ennui, and myriad problems on a human dimension.&#034 I remember liking the quote when I first heard it, though to be sure I couldn't fully comprehend it at that young age. Now, however, I am more ambivalent. Not that I believe it has been proven incorrect, but rather that it stands to be shown whether it is or is not. I certainly have heard my share of horror stories of the pre-Event times when humans had to pretend to be robots to fit into the Machine. But those are just fairy tales, or course. Before I can get my thoughts straight on the matter, I see a fight break out on the street in front of me. Two skinny men, their arms flying faster than I can see. Most of the punches are blocked or dodged. I am scared but in static awe, unable to take my eyes from the beautiful dance of their fight. These must be the Reds. As soon as that thought occurs to me, more Reds start coming from the buildings all around me. They jump into the fight. It looks like an old fashioned martial arts movie, like one from the early 2010's. If these are Reds after their aggression has been allayed from interbreeding, I would not want to stumble upon a purebl**d. I jump into a doorway and shut the door. At the top of the staircase, an orgo-door immediately opens. A well dressed older man enters the hallway. &#034Hello, young man. And who might you be?&#034 &#034My name is Kaj.&#034 &#034And...?&#034 I don't respond. &#034What brings such an exquisite young specimen to my door?&#034 &#034A fight broke out ...
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