" He slid his shorts off, went to lock the door and came back. He told me, "Whenever your dick gets aroused your nuts start making some "feel good jui...e" and you can stroke yourself or have someone suck it out for you. That way your dick goes back soft and your balls don't hurt from having too much "feel good juice" in them." I had often wondered, why my balls would ache after my dick had been hard for a while.He slowly started stroking his dick and got it hard and he said, "Just watch and. ”“There’s nothing else…”“I’ve seen it.” He didn’t touch her, he simply spoke the words in her ear, while she fought their potency. “I’ve seen what an insatiable fucking freak you are. There’s a secret part of you at war with all the rest, that’s getting off on this right now. That’s loving the potential of this moment.”“You think I love it that you’re doing this?”“I think you will love it, whether or not you want to. You’ll love that I’ve stripped away every reason for you not to get it on with. I then pulled her face up and kissed her on her juicy lips for a second. She stopped crying and then asked me whether I could satisfy her. I told her that I was not an experienced person and this would be my first time and that I don’t guarantee her satisfaction. She gave me a smile, caught my hand and took me to her bedroom and then on entering closed the door behind her. We kissed each other passionately for 5 minutes, exploring each other’s mouth with our tongue. While kissing my one hand. Reading it provided me a guilty bit of schadenfreude. Despite my current woes of ghosts, insomnia, and filthy air, there was really nothing I could imagine worse than drowning, suffocating in a pool of shit. That being how one leaves the Earth. What a horrific fate.Perhaps a “ghost of shit,” a violent, vengeful janitor’s ghost sucked them in. What a bilious, malicious spirit that must be...Then another story popped up. An anonymous news article from tomorrow, written in the future tense, saying.