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Blogs > GOD_GOD_GOD > Lofty words from a tree house.

GOD_GOD_GOD 98M
639 posts
9/29/2021 3:02 pm
Dusty roads.
It felt good hitchhiking those dusty roads to finally arrive home. I'd collected the packages I'd mailed to myself from the post office and placed them on the table and ran a bath.
The place looked just the same but I felt more alive. Once I'd bathed and shaved myself then went looking for the package with the delicate and delightful ladies underwear and tied them around my freshly shaved balls.

It felt delightful and brought back the ball pain that I loved so much. Then I did my work out naked but still wearing the underware around my nuts. I did 800 sit ups and admired my 6pack in the mirror. A few years before that same sight was disappointing.
Now I was getting complemented about my rock hard abs. Just looking at the parcel with the tapes of my night out being a "Whipping b oy" brought back strong feelings.
I had also kept the screwed up photocopy of my preferences and straightened it out enough to see my writing. It brought back the thrill of the moment.

It tickled me that I had the tapes of that adventure and I would tease myself by the occasional thought of what they would contain but I was saving that moment for when it seemed the right time. Meanwhile I thought I should get my work ethic sorted.
I began by digging the garden then taking a walk through the wild hills. I loved the feeling of having a tight ass and thighs. Then later I started laying down a sketch of the machine I planned to build. My fascination with time started many years ago and it was a teacher who was also an<b> army </font></b>cadet who fired my imagination about the possibility of travelling through time.

My parents met him at a market and they spoke as I went to buy him some hot jam donuts. Everyone loved them and I would cook my own version of them whenever I worked on my project.
It was obvious to me that we were being "played". Being watched on by some mysterious "thing".



GOD_GOD_GOD 98M

9/29/2021 3:09 pm

 And that "thing" and I were soon to do battle. I'd poked the very eye of God.



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