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I don't feel like playing games of a sexual nature anymore. Ever since kiddie pools, foam puzzle floor play mats, ring stacking toys, and wood stacking cubes started popping up on Pornhub I haven't been able to live an adequately playful lifestyle as I am rather well accustomed to. This why the Pornography catering to the Family Demographic was a terrible idea. Sure, it sounds nice to have the neighbor's wife on tap when you want some milfy, hot neighbor, motherly, voluptuous and gentle buy severely scornful woman abusing your naivety as a young and delectable young man. Naive. Young. At the prime of your age. Getting rock hard erections at the blink of their ovulating eye. While their husbands are crippled with sexual shame. At work. Stressed. Wives disgruntled. Angry. Furious. Irate. And channeling all that repressed aggression into their sexual libido and self hating masochistic tendencies through their parasympathetic nervous system and limbic nodes whilst dealing with depression. Alone. Vulnerable. Craving for sex, humiliation and aggression. In sex. Lathered in it.
Which sounds nice, until those neighbors are incited into social rebellion by the local news channels claiming that their due share is not being doled out. Falsely. Deceitfully. Without a full sense of the implicated and according effects as applicable to their choices. In life.
So before you know it, those safe neighbors are not longer being generous in their lascivious contributions to our social hubs. They, incited by the public turmoil, begin to sense their encroaching doom. Looking onto the young and hopeful. Playful. Whimsical. And vulnerable. Those that depend upon them. Regarded as holy, sacred and the exalted property of humanity. That same humanity accused of withholding what is regarded as their due allotment. Dread. Fear. Insecurity. Panic. And before anyone is fully aware of what is actually going on, the eyes of innocence become eyes of unawareness.
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holy shit that was a mouthful. Do you ever get out dude? or are you stuck on here with your inferiority complex? psychology dictates that people like you tend to be of the lower intelligence with a suicidal tendency.
in short, if you're stupid and feel inferior to others, justkys thx.
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Those cheeks that were a sight of hope, of better days and of a better world beyond the clouds and into the heavens become a forbidden fruit. Untouched. Undefiled. Pristine. A delicacy to the tongue
And before you know it, you know it, your neighbor is no longer a 35 to 45 woman in her prime looking for an adventurous and taboo but yet romantic rendezvous with a strong, sexy, buff alpha male or omega at the fringe of human society but at the precipice on Hollywood's eye. What you are looking at then are the despairing eyes of a mother. Tempted. Guilty. Remorseful. In anguish and torment for having sensed her own desire for that forbidden fruit. And before anyone knows it, she is using baby talk. In the house. On Pornhub. On Youtube. And before anyone knows it, she is caressing those cheeks just a bit when wiping a piece of grime of that cheek. She is letting her gaze dwindle just of a few seconds when checking to see if those small, tiny, well fitting shorts are adjusted. Properly. She finds herself clenching at the air as she looks at or is reminded of those gently shaped, supple, fragile ribs. Those soft legs. Those gentle calves. Those vulnerable and sensitive feet. Her clavicle area becoming itchy. Warm. At the thought of having them just for one night. So supple. So soft. So sensitive. So pathetically vulnerable to the gentle stroke of a caress. In just the right places. With a kiss being more than just a sign of romance but instead turning into a lascivious, lewd and defining act of contrition, penance, deviance, amorality, perversity and innocence. How could anyone resist that look that is a reminded of innocence and culpability at the same time. A mother's heart is only so before the dreaded vixens that they are start pondering and resisting the urge ponder of just where those fingers of theirs would go. Down that still growing. Still forming. Delicate. e
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Fragile. Textured spinal chord. Always to that forbidden fruit. That treasure that gods and heavens forbade them to touch. To look at. To think about. And which God himself bound them to care for. To long for. To restrain from defiling. As they urge to grasp that source of delight that is awaiting them at the brink of morality. Just a the slightest of caresses. The slightest of seconds. The slightest of playful giggles. Reminding these unholy wenches that they are no longer mother but instead lascivious vixens that have perverted the purity of sanctity.
And before anyone knows it, they are using baby talk on the husbands. At just the right time. Without giving a hing as to what their inner most female and visceral or animal cravings longed to do those dazzling, beautiful, young bodies. In development. Gradually becoming evermore perfect.
And before you know it, the women are using vexing and hexing the men into guilt. Remorse. Paranoia. Terribly frightening and dreadful hallucinations. Dreadful wenches. Vixens. Enchantresses. And before anyone of us knows why, Pornhub is full of children's toys.Kiddie pools Foam puzzle floor play mats, ring stacking toys, and wood stacking cubs. And before anyone knows why, for some unfathomable, unimaginable, explainable and absurd, unseen recondite, surreal and unreal reason; all the men seem to be disgruntled. Annoyed. Upset. Disturbed and angry. And for some equally explainable reason, the women are laughing. Smiling. Moaning. Always victimized. In the eye of the public. But yet, even after and amidst tears, always indulging themselves in lascivious pleasures and impish or rather deviant smiles. Moans. Sighs. And grunts. Laughter. Cackling always just outside of the picture. Only present during those book clubs.
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hat preamble before the PTA meeting. During that visit from that friend. That cohort. And only a specific gender is targeted when the bullet proof vests and assault rifles pour in out of that bullet proof, steel plated armored vehicle pulls into the driveway.
And it is never that sort of particular emphasis on the words ending with the vowel sound -ee that get mentioned on the 6 o'clock news. It is always another random and unprecedented instance of insanity. It is never the gradual surging of toys where they shouldn't have been after someone began talking in a manner that they shouldn't have.
It's always too late and never too soon.
Your depraved sense of social superiority is a mouthful faggot. I don't always enjoy being harassed by women and I don't enjoy your company unless I am bashing in your brains with the force of sledgehammer crushing your pussy fucking faggot of fathers seminal fluid wastes of a remains. Bitch.
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