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Sins of the Flesh
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. Dazed and confused I pulled myself out of the pit on the side of the road. Dropping the knife I start to run. I don't know where I'm running to but I need to get away.
I go to my favorite spot Cliffside looking over the ocean. There's a spike if adrenaline seeping through my veins that scares me to my bones. Why am I so excited? Trapped in my own mind I feel a rush of thrill, a rush of nerves hitting me erotically deep to my core.
I'm throbbing with pleasure trying to think clearly on what to do next. I decide its best to go on with my day. Its best to play it safe and keep myself as cool as possible. I let myself reel enough so my blood is cold.
I go through my head trying to contemplate how to not put myself on the spotlight. How to not implicate myself any further. I force myself to think of the facts but nothing significant comes besides the blood. The blood.. all of the blood that's running through my veins bleeding out.
Who am I? I am I indulging in a pleasure so deep that I need to go home and take care of. I walk toward my house afraid my wife might sense something different in me. Something new and something sinister that she just won't understand.
I get to my 'safe' place and hurry inside to my shower. I try to wash off my sins and relieve the feeling inside of me. I hurry so I'm not noticed but I allow myself to feel the feelings gushing over me.. flooding me like a pool of hot water. How do I go on next?
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. Dazed and confused I pulled myself out of the pit on the side of the road. Dropping the knife I start to run. I don't know where I'm running to but I need to get away.
I go to my favorite spot Cliffside looking over the ocean. There's a spike if adrenaline seeping through my veins that scares me to my bones. Why am I so excited? Trapped in my own mind I feel a rush of thrill, a rush of nerves hitting me erotically deep to my core.
I'm throbbing with pleasure trying to think clearly on what to do next. I decide its best to go on with my day. Its best to play it safe and keep myself as cool as possible. I let myself reel enough so my blood is cold.
I go through my head trying to contemplate how to not put myself on the spotlight. How to not implicate myself any further. I force myself to think of the facts but nothing significant comes besides the blood. The blood.. all of the blood that's running through my veins bleeding out.
Who am I? I am I indulging in a pleasure so deep that I need to go home and take care of. I walk toward my house afraid my wife might sense something different in me. Something new and something sinister that she just won't understand.
I get to my 'safe' place and hurry inside to my shower. I try to wash off my sins and relieve the feeling inside of me. I hurry so I'm not noticed but I allow myself to feel the feelings gushing over me.. flooding me like a pool of hot water. How do I go on next?
