1. Memento Mori


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

    talking meat. I only want to see you beg. And you are doing quite well so far. But don't you have a f****y? Friends who need you? Those are the really scrumptious morsels.&#034 &#034OK, so you want me to beg? I won't do that. I don't know how yet but I can help you. I am here for some reason. I survived the Event for some reason. I need to be here. I know I survived for a reason. Killing me would be a grave error.&#034 &#034Really? Interesting. A grave error,&#034 he chuckles to himself. &#034Perhaps God brought you here because he heard a rumbling in my belly,&#034 he says, bringing the razor blade up over my shirt, up to my neck. His eyes shine like an unearthly dragon, hungry and alive. Fully awake, like he's on amphetamines. But somehow I know he's not. He's high on my soul. What happens next is unclear. It's a wild blur. Something inside me, something I have never recognized but that is also somehow deeply familiar, that has always laid there inert and unmoving, surges up. I break the chains. I let go of my civility like a mask that I hold up and I break right through the metal chains with my bare hands and I stretch my thighs, breaking the ankle chains. This power comes from an unknown and powerful place. Somehow the feeling of the fight gets tangled with the memory of the fight outside. I have a power and quickness that I never would have guessed I had. He swings and I duck and punch him under his chin, knocking his head back. I kick downward on his knee, following ...
    instincts I didn't know I had. The kick knocks him onto his knees. I jump above him, kicking down to his face as he tries to block with his hands, but he rolls and sweeps a left kick, catching my ankle as I jump. I fall back, catching myself hard on my palms. We both get up at the same time. My adrenaline is flowing at this point and I am feeling more alive than I have felt in I can't remember. A flurry of punches, blocks and dodges. I manage to get to the door, escaping this invigorating but life-threatening fight. I run through the tea room to the foyer, out the door. I jump the stairs down the hallway to the door and run out, charging full speed. I almost wait just to mull over what just happened, to ponder wherefrom those instincts came. But the neighborhood feels dangerous and I jog away. Chapter 5 ... I flash back. I flash back to my c***dhood, pre-Event, in my mother's garden, collecting stones. I flash back to chasing after a rabbit behind my house, chasing it under a tree. Back to playing with toy soldiers in my parents' driveway. To being on my roof with my b*****r. My b*****r. How could I forget? How many years? How long has it been? Since I have remembered him? John-Paul. That was his name. John-Paul. Sitting on the roof, looking through binoculars at the cars driving by on the freeway, John-Paul remarking that the cars and trucks looked like bl**d cells moving through a vessel. ... I feel the slight dance as a bicyclist and I weave around each other on a narrow ...
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