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Maybe I was. Maybe my fractured sky was my own doing. Perhaps I needed to ditch my proclivities and circumspection regarding activities which stimulate others but not me. I determined there and then to become more socially inclusive, libertarian, loving, caring, and forgiving. And do you know, godammit, things are working out fine.
Nowadays, I spend most Tuesdays at the Chapel of the Holy Virgin doing sisterly duties. This morning I shall again be flogging Brother William's back with a 9-tailed scourge before fellating him. It's all part of the spiritual cleansing process, of which I am now an essential and willing component. No, I haven't taken Holy Orders, I wouldn't lie to you. Brother William is sweet old Mr Compton who I met on the Internet. We go to some pretty fancy restaurants together, him and I. He likes me to dress up as a nun. God knows why.
End. Thanks JD.
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Will527over 1 year agoLoved this as well. You write with an air of authority, as though you know I want to be seduced and used by you.
