1. Love, lies, and the apocalypse


    Date: 9/27/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    nightie, feverishly fumbling with the most impressive nipples I had ever laid fingers on. She shuddered then quickly regained her composure before spitting out my softening flesh. 'That's for saving me from death.' Her damaged hand raised an imaginary glass. 'And here's to saving my life.' * On the station, every ounce of every commodity is accounted for. Every drop of fuel. Every grain of salt. Every degree Celsius. Every calorie. Our lives daily depend on it. And then there's the waste. The empty food packets. The cans and bottles. The scant leftovers. Right down to the shit and the piss. Everything is counted, weighed, measured, and carried away, extracted to the mainland. Nothing is dumped here. When we leave, we shall leave no discernible trace. Despite the difficult work we do in the most difficult of conditions, we will not sully this place as Man has sullied the rest of the world. * Home is like Rome. Politicians fiddle while it burns. Excess is ubiquitous. Plates are piled high while resources run low. Unnecessary lights glare. Unnecessary packaging sells its pointless contents. Forests are ploughed asunder. Litter is scattered like seeds. Despite my protests, my wife prefers the heating to be on all day and night. She buys - from amongst a million other everyday luxuries - baby sweet corn flown in from Egypt, while insisting that a massive 4x4 is necessary for the two-mile drive to the mall. Extreme weather patterns proliferate. They increase exponentially. Humans ...
    and animals suffer alike. Floods. Typhoons. Hurricanes. Drought. The seas grow acidic. The air grows bitter and stale. The soil is already poisoned. Recycling a few bottles and cans won't save the world. On its own, this futile act is actually worse than nothing: it creates the illusion that you care, that politicians care. The dangerous illusion that you are doing something about it, hides the fact that you are doing nothing about it. Look at yourself. Look. At. Your. Self. And be honest. You don't fucking care. You never will. Not till everything you ever owned is under water and your innocent kids are starving skeletons. The impending disaster will be truly biblical. Like silly unicorns, we frolic as the deluge approaches. Latter-day Noahs, scientists are feverishly cataloging every known species, analysing the genomes of every creature we encounter, stratifying the trophic levels of every ecosystem we can identify, but the world is too big, too complex, to log in its entirety. These days, two-by-two simply won't do. The world is too big, too complex to save. And it's too late to realise that the world - this once beautiful blue and green Eden - is our ark and that there's nowhere else to go. Too bad that we've shat and pissed all over it. * 'Slide this in my ass as you fuck my pussy, baby. I need to feel something up there tonight. Something... different.' She was peering back over her shoulder, her back arched, buttocks bared, the twin tight holes in her rear-end forming ...
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