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Remember the story about the two who fell hopelessly, amazingly, in love, & then the heroine fell ill?
Do you remember the part where madness took hold over the hero's mind as he watched the body of his beloved begin to betray her? Genetics spinning out of synch along the DNA ladder made from their respective family trees?
Or the part when she fell, that one last time, & no matter how badly she desired to be with him sexually, her hips decreed that pleasure no longer outweighed pain. The sense of touch in her palm was left somewhere on the stairs along with skin, & her jaw hadn't been the same since a dentist had ignored her pleas for mercy as he pried her wisdom out years before.
So, she curls around him, and purrs the sweetest of commands into his ear, & when he is finished, she reminds him of her rules:
Don't tell.Wear a condom.
This is the chapter of that story, where the hero decides to take action.
So, that's how this intrepid hero Xaveon (Xav, like "Xavier," eon like..."eon") wound up here in this cyberweb world with you other heros & heroines of your own stories.
I think it could be neat if my story overlapped with some of yours, & (possibly) if some of our physical presence overlapped as well. So, what are yourstories? What brings you here?
Do you like talking about books? (I'm a Creative Writing grad student.)
Do you like not talking about books? (I'm a Creative Writing grad student.)
Do you think time is linear or wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey?
Do you know in both your right & left hearts that River is superior to Rose?
Do you call your loved ones "bitch," "jerk," or "assbutt"?
Do you believe in the writings of the Prophet Chuck?
Do you like to play with texture like leather, pleather, latex?
Do you like race play? (I'm of mixed heritage, black/white.)
Do you like dirty talk?
Do you like cake?
Would you prefer to burn calories in the sheets than the gym?
Do you wonder if one can masturbate too frequently?
Do you support the oxford comma?
Do you like cuckolding?
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