The idea is too terrifying to even consider. Yet thanks to the heightened perceptions and emotional susceptibility imparted by that ill-advised indulgence in dope, I not only can’t help but consider it, every nuance and related tangent (along with every facet of all my other torments) swell to stupefying significance. Soon I’m downright frantic, limitlessly appalled as well as filled with anguish, jealousy, arousal, self-hatred, betrayal, et cetera. And all the while I’m required to watch Goddess get f****d without pause, to study every second of this savagely damaging liaison upon pain of my deity’s unsupportable disapproval.
Finally the despised s**t usurping my prerogative uses his monster c**k to pound my beloved to yet another orgasm. Then he collapses atop her with a lack of conside
