The DM13 Journal
There will be sepulchral spasms in life that will deprive you of breath–do not surrender, fight!
Endow yourself the time and space to reflect, and reincarnate!
Do not allow the apnea in these interstices strangle your lifeblood. Breathe!
Expand your lungs.
Expand your nerve.
Expand your potency.
You will inspire power, and you will use this power to force your fears into gaunt submission.
While devouring her mouth, the faint toxicity of selenium in her saliva forecasted My impending doom. That foreboding suspicion deluged into a general malaise, which left Me contorted and paralytic–with a temporary deadness in My jaw.
As her venomous secretions assimilated into the bloodstream and monopolized My body's responses, I perceived My face enter into a horrific catatonia. Streams of calamity ran over the edges of My unresponsive mouth like the heinous bloodbaths of some barbaric society.
I felt the cascading pools of saliva settle on My inner thigh, adjacent to My left sack. The wetness malevolently seeped into My pores and entrenched itself under My flesh like an overzealous scabies infestation declaring holy war.
There I stood, unable to move–dripping. Mouth open, cock limp, and wet everywhere in-between.
You ask me in what way am I sinister?
Let me ask YOU, "In what way is desire like an incubus who comes during the night to pry your mouth open and slide its ectoplasmic fingers inside?"
I can show you.
