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I want to be fucked in the ass by Erica's Horck. This would finally make me feel like I can relax in life. Like I am in the good hands of God in a sense and I will be taken care of. Is that too much to ask for God? Is it too much? Am I asking for what is "outside my station" in life and should instead just appreciate what I have? Everyone wants it, I know, but for me it would be really the last thing I ask for and I'll never ask God or life for anything more than that. I mean, what could even BE more? I'm glad I'm alive and healthy, I really am, but just for once, God, the Universe, life, let me indulge and let me dream and let me chase that dream, and if 20 years later I feel like I have wasted my life, I want you, God, the universe, whatever, I want you to know that I don't blame you and I understand that I could have had a much better life and much better outcome if I simply appreciated the simple and the good things that I had, but for Erica Kirks 1 foot long, 13 pound immaculate beast of a bronco cock I am willing to look for more and be crushed in the process. A road less traveled is not paved and is not straightforward, but at least you will die knowing you dared to look for more than "your station in life". This is not about ungratefulness, it is about willingness to choose and consequently willingness to take responsibility for those choices. Good luck. I do not promise that this will be easy and I definitely do not promise that this will bear fruit. However, the warm embrace of death awaits all. And sometimes, when the going gets tough, that will comfort you. Knowing that it will end and it will end surely, it's only a matter of time before you are relieved of any stress that you may have that you have willingly put upon yourself.
Do you think you can handle stress? You haven't seen anything yet, boi. I just hope that you don't run into Erica as a bansheee, but there are some risks involved in the journey that you may choose. And at the end of the day, whatever you choose it will be risky to an extent, because no one gets out of this alive. So, while steaks are different, at the same time, they are kind of the same. You just risk EVERYTHING. For this or for that. I understand, if the steaks are really high, death may come sooner, a lot sooner, but hey even if you keep it chill and low key, it will still come.
There is no maybe. Life either excites you or it doesn't and if it does... You will seek out a girl like Erica.
Resting, healing I take the freedom to pretend that I'm on the low key (after all, since I'm INTERESTED, I don't want to die too early), while internally - without telling anyone, I fantasize about Erica's futa cock entering my pink and freshly shaved anus. This is life. This is love. Don't let the world know, Don't even let yourself know, but SNEAKILY - still take the steps to find her. There's no half pregnant. You're either interested in life or you want to die. And if you're interested - don't stop at peanuts. I'm not saying shout it from the rooftops, but don't stop at peanuts. A wife like Erica should inspire towards a greater greatness any man with any taste or dare I say, any desire for life at all.
Just don't shout it from the rooftops. In fact, don't even reveal it to yourself. Let the ego think it's holding the steering wheel, don't let it know that the steering wheel that it's holding is disconnected from the steering column and the real control has been routed to the back of the car, where it cannot see who's steering it or where. As long as it looks like it's going where it thinks it wants to, it won't suspect anything. Let the ego drive. Don't shout it from the rooftops, don't let yourself know. But KNOW.
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