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could see the ground somewhere below us, rising up quickly to meet our bodies. His cock went deeper into my body, and I could feel the contractive pull of his testicles up toward our bodies, once, twice, four, seven, twelve, thirteen times, before winding down completely.
Each shot filled my vagina up with still more sperm, and by this point, the pearly sweet substance was dripping down my thighs and spiraling off into the atmosphere. I looked into my lover’s eyes, and as the two of us hit the floor, I saw peace and rest overtake my lover's face.
“Thank you.”, we mutually voiced to one another. We had done something important – though, I had yet to understand the depth of that importance. The impact of the ground was stunning, but the effect was more like a sack of flour settling within a dust cloud. There is no rational reason why the fall should have not injured me, but it hadn’t.
There I was, asleep as I had before, alone next to a tree in the woods, my violin nowhere in sight. When I woke up, I wasn’t even upset to find that my instrument was gone. I looked at its absence as an aspect of my entire journey. When I arrived at the edge of the woods, I found that ivy had grown up and over my bicycle and that the paint on my previously existent functional transportation was now rusted and weathered with age. I walked over to the water’s edge and found that a face different than the one I remember greeted me from the water’s surface. If I had to guess, I would say that the face had aged approximately five years.
I moved forward through the landscape, bringing my bicycle along with me in a quiet form of reflection. I was doing my best to be silent and contemplative, but I ended up speaking to myself within ten minutes of my trek toward the center of the city. The topics covered a myriad of issues that I imagined myself to be facing – but I couldn't really be certain about anything, as I only knew that my face had changed, and not that actual years had passed me by. The overgrown wildlife could have been a trick by someone; surely this sort of thing only happened in fairy tales. I felt a pain in my abdomen, and I knew that the details of the exchange in my dream had been all too real.
Shivers ran up my spine, as I came to the realization that I carried within my uterus the genetic information of an alternate universe. I laughed. It was absurd to me that such a huge responsibility had been placed in my life. Of course, I had assumed the responsibility myself, so I couldn't scoff too deeply. That man, or monster, whatever it was; he seemed to be legitimately interested in loving me. How strange that I should be facing these second guessing moments of confusion. I reassured myself that most new brides, or perhaps newly impregnated mothers were usually anxious concerning the future that they’re about to bring into the world.
None of these justifications explained the perceived differentiation in time. By the time I got back to the road, I could tell that something wasn't right. The cars were all styled in a manner just shy of the norm that I recalled from my bike ride to the forest. A car slowed down along the side of the road and called out to me. They were concerned, because I had apparently stopped along the side of the road to stare in shock at the world in front of my eyes. The driver was a young man, similar to my own age. He called me "Ma'am". My suspicions had been verified. Nobody called me "Ma'am" before; especially not one of my peers.
I told the young man that I was out of breath, and asked for directions to the capital. I knew which way it was, and I suspect that he knew as well, but he obliged my request regardless. With a nod, I brought the conversation to a close, and resolved to not draw any further attention to myself.
The remaining distance to the center of the city was spent in silence. I had resolved not to think, act, or speak about any of the topics which threatened to swallow my
Each shot filled my vagina up with still more sperm, and by this point, the pearly sweet substance was dripping down my thighs and spiraling off into the atmosphere. I looked into my lover’s eyes, and as the two of us hit the floor, I saw peace and rest overtake my lover's face.
“Thank you.”, we mutually voiced to one another. We had done something important – though, I had yet to understand the depth of that importance. The impact of the ground was stunning, but the effect was more like a sack of flour settling within a dust cloud. There is no rational reason why the fall should have not injured me, but it hadn’t.
There I was, asleep as I had before, alone next to a tree in the woods, my violin nowhere in sight. When I woke up, I wasn’t even upset to find that my instrument was gone. I looked at its absence as an aspect of my entire journey. When I arrived at the edge of the woods, I found that ivy had grown up and over my bicycle and that the paint on my previously existent functional transportation was now rusted and weathered with age. I walked over to the water’s edge and found that a face different than the one I remember greeted me from the water’s surface. If I had to guess, I would say that the face had aged approximately five years.
I moved forward through the landscape, bringing my bicycle along with me in a quiet form of reflection. I was doing my best to be silent and contemplative, but I ended up speaking to myself within ten minutes of my trek toward the center of the city. The topics covered a myriad of issues that I imagined myself to be facing – but I couldn't really be certain about anything, as I only knew that my face had changed, and not that actual years had passed me by. The overgrown wildlife could have been a trick by someone; surely this sort of thing only happened in fairy tales. I felt a pain in my abdomen, and I knew that the details of the exchange in my dream had been all too real.
Shivers ran up my spine, as I came to the realization that I carried within my uterus the genetic information of an alternate universe. I laughed. It was absurd to me that such a huge responsibility had been placed in my life. Of course, I had assumed the responsibility myself, so I couldn't scoff too deeply. That man, or monster, whatever it was; he seemed to be legitimately interested in loving me. How strange that I should be facing these second guessing moments of confusion. I reassured myself that most new brides, or perhaps newly impregnated mothers were usually anxious concerning the future that they’re about to bring into the world.
None of these justifications explained the perceived differentiation in time. By the time I got back to the road, I could tell that something wasn't right. The cars were all styled in a manner just shy of the norm that I recalled from my bike ride to the forest. A car slowed down along the side of the road and called out to me. They were concerned, because I had apparently stopped along the side of the road to stare in shock at the world in front of my eyes. The driver was a young man, similar to my own age. He called me "Ma'am". My suspicions had been verified. Nobody called me "Ma'am" before; especially not one of my peers.
I told the young man that I was out of breath, and asked for directions to the capital. I knew which way it was, and I suspect that he knew as well, but he obliged my request regardless. With a nod, I brought the conversation to a close, and resolved to not draw any further attention to myself.
The remaining distance to the center of the city was spent in silence. I had resolved not to think, act, or speak about any of the topics which threatened to swallow my
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