My gagas, which I now call ‘rags’ are like a part of me. People have odd habits. Some eat boogers. I’ve known some men to jack off with slices o... deli ham. I have even been privy to those odd characters that obsessively clean their hands or only step on certain color tiles as they walk through the mall. Let’s face it, we are ALL fucked up in some way. I glared at my brother, who settled into his familiar megalomania, feeling he’d won a battle of maturity. I can only explain his gratification by. “Awawawa! I didn't manage to stop them! But you shouldn't have listened to the creepy voices in the dark in the first place! I can still make this right, I'm sure I can convince you to be a good person!” She said.I looked at her and scoffed to the best of my ability, I still didn’t have a body. Why would I refuse gifts of power and might, even if they came from dark gods?!“Don't scoff at me, I'm Ariel, the lion of heaven, Lord of Air! What?! Fuck You! I'm a Man! I like Girls!” said Ariel in. Sure he knew what he wanted to do but in truth what was he going to say about her body he asked himself. He shrugged his shoulders as he looked, enjoyably, into the slight gap of that pajama top. Mmmmmm, ohhhhhh yeah, that softness he told himself as his face, hands, and even his loins felt like he was burning for it all. God, I wanna hold them. I wanna hold them and take them into my hands and all I wanna do is squeeze her tits so she’ll enjoy it all he told himself as he felt the surging of. . this was the moment! "Jean, I want you to roll over on your stomach," he urged. She started to protest, but Tom rolled her over and she lay there in fear. She knew what he was going to do... "It might hurt a little at first, honey, but then it will become a wonderful new sensation... I promise you'll love it... trust me?" he said gently.Jean could only nod her head, cringing with fear and revulsion. Pain... how obscene, she thought, yet she was willing to do whatever her husband said. Tom.