The feeling of floating wraps around like a warm blanket, giving a sense of peace I've never felt before. It's weird, but in a good way, like I'm being cradled by the universe itself. Without thinking twice, I let myself go with the flow, letting it take wherever it wants.
As I drift along, I feel all my worries lt away. It's like ti doesn't matter anymore, and I'm just going with the flow of things. I can't tell if I'm dreaming or not, but for so reason, I can't bring myself to open my eyes. It's like there's sothing inside telling to stay still, to soak up every mont of this strange experience.
In this suspended state, I start to feel this gentle hum all around , like the whole world is singing a song just for . It's kind of magical, filling with this sense of wonder that's hard to describe.
It's like I'm free from all the usual stuff that weighs down, just drifting along without a care in the world.
So, I surrender myself to the mont, letting it take wherever it wants. Because right now, in this strange and peaceful place, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
With my mory as patchy as a quilt made by a forgetful grandma, I can't even recall my own na or where I used to live. The only thing I'm certain of is the unfortunate end I t.
I was reliving on a picture of a Goddess, a beautiful Goddess, quite the pathetic death.
I want so good ending, like truck-kun hitting with a selfie face. Whatever the reason for my current predicant, one thing's for certain: I'm in for one heck of a ride, truck-kun or no truck-kun.
According to the usual script, a God should be making a grand entrance any mont now, ready to grant whatever wish my heart desires.
Yet, as I continue to drift along, no divine figure materializes before . Instead, I'm left to ponder the mysteries of my existence in this strange limbo.
Could it be that I've been overlooked by the powers that be? Or perhaps this my punishnt for reliving myself to a goddess, that must be the reason for my unexpected detour from the afterlife's itinerary.
With no answers forthcoming, I can't help but wonder what cos next. Do I continue to float aimlessly, forever trapped in this surreal state?
Just as I'm lost in my thoughts, a sweet, honey-like voice breaks through the silence, echoing in the depths of my mind. It's a sound so enchanting, so otherworldly, that it sends shivers down my spine.
"You're having fun over there, aren't you?Pervert"
The sudden shift in tone catches off guard, causing a jolt of confusion to surge through . "Pervert?" I repeat, uncertain if I heard correctly.
The voice chuckles softly, its laughter dancing on the edge of my consciousness. "Yes, pervert," It repeats, teasingly. "Aren't you the one jerk off with my picture, indulging in all sorts of fantasies?" She appearing in front of .
She was an extrely beautiful woman, she had a big boobs, but her hair has two colours, one side is black while other side is white. And she has scarlet eyes which was looking at like how a hunter looked at a prey.
"I am sorry for that but you did kill for that, didn't you." I don't know for sure if she is the one who killed but my super-duper-ultra-inteligent micky mouse brain tells , she might the one, who cock blocked to death.
"No need to apologize, my dear," she says, her tone gentle yet teasing. "We all have our monts of weakness, especially in tis of uncertainty. Besides, a little self-indulgence never hurt anyone." She said, without confirming whether or not she is the one who killed .
"So care to tell , why I am here? Am I going to hell for masturbating." I said, what kind of hell would be that? I wonder, the 69th level of hell, where sperm would torture the masturbator.
"Nothing like your imagination, Pervert. And 69th level of hell, what's that." She said with a laugh.
"Then why am I here?" I press, my voice tinged with curiosity.
"You court death, And I accepted your proposal." She said with a charming smile.
"I don't rember courting anyone, especially death..." Suddenly like puzzle pieces slowly falling into place, I figured out what it is.
"You are death, right. And I masturbated to death." I said.
Oh god, out of all possible things, I had to use death as the material for masturbating. What are the changes.
"Bingo!" She said. "You see, I spread a (nomal) picture of myself to multiverse, to find a partner for myself. As I am death, everybody is afraid to even look at my picture but you, my dear, is sothing else."
Should I be proud of that Or should I be ashad.
"What can I say, I am a dare devil." I said, If I had a legs it would be trembling right now.
"Yes, that you are." She said.
"So can you tell , what should I do now." I asked, If she had accepted my proposal then that ans we are up to so hot steamy action-action, right.
According to hental logic that is the right thing to do.
As if hearing my inner voice, which she did, she replied.
"If that's what you want then that what you will get." She said as the scenery around us changed. For so reason, I get the feeling that she was waiting for to ask her that.
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Hallo, Black here, I am just here to tell you sothing about the ff. My first language is not english, so there would be a so spelling mistakes and such and this not a serious ff and you will enjoy this if you turned you common sense off.
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