ComPlex by JamesNN

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1:09:40 I felt how I swelled from front to back by the thought. The ballet master rubbed the perineum when he invited the boy, and bought a double container for his project. I was really excited, and you groaned; yes, yes, yes let them come, let them eat me! Those who believe in the boy's name wasn't born in a bathroom. In that case it would have been very difficult to become the Commanders grandchildren.

1:09:41 He didn't exactly operate in the light, and he missed again and again, the Commander said. But the son will testify to the true operation light. If a man can learn to stay erect and masturbate for fifteen to twenty minutes without ejaculating, he can endure as long as he want during inter-lust, which consequently will enlighten each and every being on this earth, in this, and in all other realities. It is vitally important to take your time. Fifteen to twenty minutes seems critical. Once you are past that stage, you have control, it's that simple.

1:09:42 You don't sacrifice anything! the Commander continued with bloated face. The dancers stared shamefully into the parquet when the Commander refused to receive the boy, which they accused and punished him for. But the Ballet Master came after all. He has envied all the myths surrounding the Commander for as long as I can remember, you commented. The forces of blood and flesh are also of God, after all. But this is my worst day ever: Rejected, disallowed, zeroed out and betrayed by colleagues. Worthless and self-reproaching in my own eyes, despised by others, and always in conflict.

1:09:43 What do they say? See me, bind me, love me, touch me and give me my testicles back when I self-lust and meditate. No reviews, no mentioning. I had, after all, something good to offer, but not even the breakfast channels wanted to see my empty balls, I gushed out. Touché! Stepfather eventually got the bill from Riuja, I continued. Not even when I offered to improvise stories about slow, pleasurable gratification with many orgasms sans ejaculation, emphasizing the circulation of vitalizing, healing energy through out the body, in front of an open camera, did they care to invite me.

1:09:44 While under the stranger's grip I envisioned the de-democratization. The expanded dance-hall with podiums the size of boxing rings, hidden behind the VR-lounges gloomy portal, was still in its infancy, and only a few were clairvoyant enough to enter the site and relax after shopping. You and I wanted to see how far the servers would take us the first session of level two, but were interrupted when the Commander asked if we wanted to go deep.

1:09:45 Yes! was the resounding answer he got from the twenty expectant participants. Then strip naked, and meet the meat! he called out. We unzipped our skins, and the toilet master gathered the dancers for a review with the choreographer, a middle-aged woman with oval glasses and a pencil stuck through her hair-knot. She took the class to one of the venues and gave mother special attention. How's your ankle, dear? And how was your first trip into the virtual reality?

1:09:46 It was with some concern my inner child witnessed that mother opened herself to that woman. Who is she really? he asked himself. Maybe a criminal is hiding behind her profile, with penetrative plans? the youth questioned the youth inside himself. Yes, enough, thank you, you said and stretched your body behind the typewriter. We stood naked, smelling of pomegranate, vanilla and orchid, while one after the other was pointed out. The chosen ones turned around, pointed out the coolest in line and walked into the middle to start touching the others. Men who got erections were whipped (with love).

1:09:47 Could someone have broken into the server, blasted the Parliament and hid himself behind this woman's avatar? the paranoid, adult son wondered. I saw you disappear into the naked panting crowd. As the last one in line I wasn't even chosen, and felt strongly that the woman I touched in front of me did not appreciate it. In the midst of the turmoil I heard the Commander shout over the speakers that you are certainly not a lesbian. I lifted my head and saw you standing in bridge winding your abdomen down on the shark-man's hand, moaning loudly. Not having an erection was the easy part.