Experimental Sex

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You came confessing to me that you've got a spirit husband.

You told me that the heavenly husband do discourage potential earthly suitors from staying on to love you.

"He'll always appear to them in their dreams to dissuade and threaten them from keeping a relationship with me." You lamented.

I implored you to calm down. I assured you that spirit husbands cannot interfere in earthly romance.

So like the sacrificial lamb, I offered myself for a controlled experimental relationship; just to show that spirit husband ought not to influence earthly affair.

Six hundred and sixty-six (666) times we made love. On the couch, quickies at the beach, in the trunk, in the wood, at the kitchen; awesome sex we had.

Yet, I saw no spirit husband in the dream or anywhere else.

Now with regret I announced that the experiment is over. After all, we've now established that spirit husband is just a strong and oppressive masturbation.

I need to move on.

However, you're now calling me a cheat. You claimed that I used and now trying to dump you. But we both enjoyed this thing called EXPERIMENTAL SEX! I never loved you, just the romps.

You're cursing me, crying on the mountain for a divine punishment upon me.

Well, heavens know that I'm innocent. A scientist, researching on the field of heavenly interference on earthly sexual intercourse I am.

Goodbye, this project is concluded.

© FERT, 2016


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  1. Esther7 February 2018 at 07:23

    Lmao! If she was aware from the start, she ought not be mad. Sexual romps without strings attached are awesome asf.

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