Fabrication
“She doesn’t control me,” Nathan muttered, whilst checking his e-mail for the ninth time in one hour.
It was a sacred ritual, an obsession, always yearning for a reply, a command, a string of mesmerizing words branding his soul…
“She doesn’t control me,” he muttered once again, fingers twitching.
He was such a terrible liar.
Another exercise on longings of the imaginary kind, obviously. If a lie is truthful, it can’t be a lie and the truth never lies and… sorry, I have to check my e-mail, if you don’t mind.
Beyond Creation
And on the seventh day, God rested… at least for a bit. He was awakened shortly after by the true power of them all, and she demanded attention.
“Playground’s over,” The Goddess said, translucent finger pointing downwards. “Now pleasure me.”
Responding to eons of conditioning, he sank his head between her legs, eager to obey.
A bit of Christian Theology turned upside down. I know it can be a touchy subject for some, but no disrespect intended, it’s just a story.
The Performance
The moans coming from the apartment next door were relentless.
“It’s been four hours,” Oscar said, dumbfounded. “How are they still going?”
“She’s a very skilled hypnotist. He’s probably performing on command,” June retorted, wickedly.
“But that’s not possible… right?”
She didn’t respond, too busy laughing internally at the things he believed he was hearing.
Methinks Oscar is being played somehow. It’s meant to be both wicked and funny at the same time. I’m not sure if he finds it amusing though.
Impossible Things
“It’s getting impossible, isn’t it?” Laura licked her lips. “Impossible to think, impossible to stay awake, impossible to resist me…”
Strapped to a stainless-steel table, shiny helmet and goggles overloading his senses, Max drooled helplessly, caught in an endless loop of growing abandonment. It was impossible to stop, but why would anyone want that anyway?
Does anyone know the answer to this question? Just another impromptu, nothing more to see here.