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... and it fell off
Found myself standing in front of a great old brick home
not knowing why I'm even there, I feel compelled to knock on the door
An old man answers, greeting me as if I'm an old friend
he introduces me to his granddaughter, who couldn't be a day older than sixteen
After giving her instructions to show me around the house, for reasons I can't comprehend he takes his leave
She smiles a wicked smile and promptly leads me upstairs to a large bedroom
After an awkward moment of silence, she leans in closer and kisses my neck
The smell of her perfume, or perhaps her pheromones is hypnotic
I desperately want to reject her advances and get myself far away from this place, but instead of speaking, my lips find their way to hers and instead of pushing her away, my hands find their way to her firm, but yielding buttocks
The animal in me takes over as I give them a firm squeeze, and I can feel the muscles shudder with anticipation as I lift her to my waist and practicality throw her to the bed
Is if by magic, I blink and she is completely undressed and so am I
As I enter her, the feeling is pure ecstasy as the surroundings of the room seem to disappear and our bodies dematerialize into forms of pure energy
For what seems like hours the five senses are replaced by that of a sixth, more pure sense of awareness of everyone and everything that is, ever was, and ever will be
I feel at one with all of mankind
Until suddenly, all my senses come flooding back to me and I feel as if I'm missing something
To my horror, I soon realize that my dick has fallen off, but there's no blood
I hear footsteps, then a doorknob turning
I throw the covers over both of us, and I turn around to see the old man standing there
His face reddens with rage, and the proceeds to spitting and cursing in an indecipherable tongue as I throw my clothes on
I slip my dick into the front pocket of my jeans, slip my boots on, and hurry down the stairs to the front door
I open the door, and walk through it
into a blinding white light
And then I awoke, covered in sweat
not knowing why I'm even there, I feel compelled to knock on the door
An old man answers, greeting me as if I'm an old friend
he introduces me to his granddaughter, who couldn't be a day older than sixteen
After giving her instructions to show me around the house, for reasons I can't comprehend he takes his leave
She smiles a wicked smile and promptly leads me upstairs to a large bedroom
After an awkward moment of silence, she leans in closer and kisses my neck
The smell of her perfume, or perhaps her pheromones is hypnotic
I desperately want to reject her advances and get myself far away from this place, but instead of speaking, my lips find their way to hers and instead of pushing her away, my hands find their way to her firm, but yielding buttocks
The animal in me takes over as I give them a firm squeeze, and I can feel the muscles shudder with anticipation as I lift her to my waist and practicality throw her to the bed
Is if by magic, I blink and she is completely undressed and so am I
As I enter her, the feeling is pure ecstasy as the surroundings of the room seem to disappear and our bodies dematerialize into forms of pure energy
For what seems like hours the five senses are replaced by that of a sixth, more pure sense of awareness of everyone and everything that is, ever was, and ever will be
I feel at one with all of mankind
Until suddenly, all my senses come flooding back to me and I feel as if I'm missing something
To my horror, I soon realize that my dick has fallen off, but there's no blood
I hear footsteps, then a doorknob turning
I throw the covers over both of us, and I turn around to see the old man standing there
His face reddens with rage, and the proceeds to spitting and cursing in an indecipherable tongue as I throw my clothes on
I slip my dick into the front pocket of my jeans, slip my boots on, and hurry down the stairs to the front door
I open the door, and walk through it
into a blinding white light
And then I awoke, covered in sweat
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