Blog : For starters "Lets get the bitch out of here !'

Blogs > virtualcuzi > A Dirigible lost on the wind!

1671 posts
5/8/2024 3:49 pm

For starters "Lets get the bitch out of here !'

He said this as he tapped on the patients head.
To me just a point of view as much of my philosophy was about these tantalizing bitches who wreaked their havoc.
But my realm was about healing, so let's stick with that.
How on earth could you undo a lifetime of knots that existed in you like a cancer?
Preferably we'd return you to a pleasant time before things got crazy.
Regression therapy I suppose but I was confident the docs machine would make a difference.
To transform a soul into a new order, wiping clean all the stale memories.
We would enliven the thrill that began in b*yhood to foster it and bring it back to front and center.
I agreed with everything the doc was trying to achieve but I had secret thoughts even desires for those bitches.
I all depended on the scenario, I'd got hooked on having my nuts being at their disposal.
I'd introduced many to the joys of nut pain.
So rather than confronting the "bitches" headon ,my thoughts were to just alter the relationship.
You'd firstly have to ask yourself why the bitches even exist .
They just seemed to be asking for a night of wild fucking.
Like that Onatop, taking it straight up with a twist.
I'd delved into cruel black bitches too, a favorite for lots too.
They had a knack for teaching !
A knack, knackers ,teaching it all melded into one so beautifully.
But the mission of my book was to expose the evilness that dogged humanity ,mainly men.
The title was afterall, "Wicked women".
Mainly that just hooked some in.
To make them aware of how vulnerable their plot was.
We would not mention that word again, the word "women" would not appear an any page but it stood in its proud place on the cover.
I wondered what rules there were about the relationship between the title of the book and the content.
Was I committing an act of indecent offense?
But that connection was there alright, it was downright there in its horny best at times.
A grouping of short tangible tales intermixed throughout to keep the theme grounded.
There was a ranch too, it defied time and reason and was run by the plump colored girls and some were T's.
It was the T's you had to be careful off.
And their critically evaluating faces were hard to judge sometimes.
Their keen eyes studied you, and your thoughts they'd sense.
their cocks were long thick and hard and you'd tested the base by encircling it with your longest finger and thumb and that didn't come close to getting all the way around it.
there was suddenly something 'a wild and pleasant feeling, inside you.
she'd grip the balls to stop you escaping.
Shed give it, wedging it up to the hilt !
It enthralled her too, taking her mind back to the times when tribes did that to their victims.
Victims tied up high on the structure so everyone could see.
Heads pointing down at the ground when the first shaft was produced. And a mallet !
She'd made sure you'd read that account before it was your turn to 'take it!"
That thrill again ,inside your chest. A sexy thrill and excitement gripped your soul as her grip encircled your balls, then some pressure as she playfully squeezed the nuts.
Maybe she was one of these old souls brought back into the world straight from ancient times, straight from castrating a male. The memories fresh and now you're simply next in line to be 'done'!
My approach different to the docs.
Who was right? so long as a cure would be found ?