..with an emphasis onthe infinite. On my journey to the edge of the universe and beyond, I hadall the time in the world to ponder the indecipherable whisperssurrounding me like a blanket of light. Whatever they were saying, I feltsafe and calm as I listened, like an infant in her mother's womb,absorbing the sacred truths of the universe in my cosmic egg...and I couldhave gone on like that forever...that is until the whispers turned toscreams...I still couldn't tell what the voices where screaming, but I knew thatthey were angry. I felt guilt unlike anything I'd ever experienced beforegnawing at my soul. If the earlier whispers were letting me know that itwas good to be fucked, the screams were telling me it was bad to cumwithout permission. I remember being scolded before, a room full ofsissies mocking me as I lost sissy chicken to my own slave...thehumiliating sting of my bratty step-brother, Dale, blackmailing me,buggering me, and then berating me for being a selfish sissy and. Outside, the sun had descended just below the height of the West Side buildings. Martha watched me with a little smile while she stepped out of her panties and I pushed down my jocks. Naked, she walked to the window and drew the thin Woolworth's curtains closed, blocking out the pink glow of dusk, dimming the room. Martha moved to her dresser, and I watched her hazel eyes and her nipples and her auburn tuft precede her in the dark to her dresser, where she bent to strike a match and light the candle. Naked, I moved to stand at her right in the hushed yellow of the room. She turned toward me and reached up to smooth her hair back on both sides. I moved closer to her and looked down at her body and reached out a hand and cupped the mystery of her, the heel of my palm on the bloom of fuzz, my fingers over the fount of pleasure and sorcery, the swell of flesh and the long, wide furrow inward.She looked down at my cock and took it in her hand. I pressed a finger along the length of her.
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