I believe I met her as "April". I loved her from the moment I set eyes upon her; her hair, her eyes, her six-pack abs, her tits, her ass... She was young, dumb, and full of... dreams. She wanted to start a band named after "shit"... Puddle of Mud was her inspiration. Let us just say she had an "ass" fixation. I was cool with that; I loved her ass almost as much as she did.. I would post a picture of her ass, but that would violate our agreement. I digress; let us enjoy "April"... A nice, round, ass; natural, bosoms, a pussy that was waxed, yet still had enough short and curlies to point herto her "sweet" spot.
April loved sex. She loved being a sexual object. She loved being on stage and having both men and women watch, lust, want, desire, crave, and fuck her with their eyes. I was never immune to her charms; in fact, I felt she was my rapture (at the time). To see April on stage was a joy; she loved her job and was aware that anyone observing her loved her; her job; her passion for who and what she was, at that moment...
However, the "moment" only lasts so long. After the moment is gone, who are you then? A hot girl with a smoking body? Or; just you: tired, insecure, physically naked, semi-mentally naked; baring yourself to the world? Or.. are you the lover in my bed; watching me with your naked eyes? You want... no need love and affection, but who am I to show you that? I can, I have that ability; but I reserve that for the girls I really care about. I love you, Shan, but I am not what you need/want... I am just a facsimile, a projection of what you want.
I am the voice of GOD... As blasphemous as this sounds, it is a fair description of who, and what I am. I speak the truth (most of the time), I am the "man behind the curtain", the unnamed one, the ultimate corrupter... The Prince of Lies, the King of the Underworld... I am "Death" incarnate... But really..., I am the nicest guy I know...
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