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on Wed 9 Jun 04, 11:28 AM to immoral's blog.
Now, three to three, ye stand. Commend the
murderous chalices! Bestow them, ye who are now made
parties to this indissoluble league.... Drink, ye
harpooneers! drink and swear, ye men that man the
deathful whaleboat's bow -- Death to Moby Dick! God
hunt us all, if we do not hunt Moby Dick to his death!"
you know............ you ever get the idea you might have signed up for more than you thought ?
im immoral. smallest ( probably) of the small goths.. and shockingly still more or less sane after my multiple years with captain Ahab......
and ive come to appreciate that hindsight is a wonderful thing as you see the shoreline getting further away and you realise you are on board with a loonie but dont fancy jumping into the water because he has a harpoon........
"im quite dom actually" he said so very matter of factly. whilst leaning me over a bath full of cold water drowning me whilst fondling my unmentionables ."grunts....theres no point in a pliant ****." he said "you need to want!!! life you see sweet? "
and i thought actually. i suspect this bloke might be a bit mad!
put yourself in my shoes the mindset was all wrong you see. "to create a dream.. firstly you must find the vessel my dear.. and then smash it.... re make it in the desired image"
YESTERDAY I'd almost forgotten but just thinking about it even absentmindedly i felt withdrawn quiet......i had un noticed to my self sat up straight my hands in my lap........ head down. eyes shut...... and my mind had just gone to that ohhh sooo good place.... right on cue now theres a reminder for me
how a mind and body could be utterly relaxed and screaming all over i dont know.. any touch x 1000. theres no resistance.....just waiting... for the grip. hand on the arm.... fingers in hair.... then it starts
warm soft and moist..... face and body...... eyes unfocussed. lost brain flooded with messages then the roughness piled onto the pleasure body responding violently to the contrast/... pleasure .pain burning throbbing..aching and liquid and again force. the grip of the hand pinning pressing weight......... and someones crying.
"to use an Angel. mutilate and taste ...look at you......" his eyes ALIVE with it.. face flushed" if i could. id rip your very soul out of you and pray to live a thousand life times just so i could suck on its agony"
but actually i was rather hoping Ahab wouldnt live
for a thousand years..... i was praying for moby dick
to take him. and no matter how he might beckon me.....
i wasnt going . no no no ....
or so i thought . unfortunately moby dick took ages . and ahab was rather committed ho hum..... memories eh......
Edited Wed 9 Jun 04, 11:51 AM by immoral
