The seven sins
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Romance › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,836
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The seven sins
The seven sins
1) Vanity
The moment I first saw him, I knew he was the one. I knew my quest was over and I could rest. Of course I did anything possible to put myself forward until the limit of sanity.
2) Envy
I want to be him because I know I’ll never have him the way I want. I admire his strength, his confidence, his endurance, his eloquence with an ounce of arrogance. His trademark is so him, nothing but perfect, neatly cut blond hair, huge innocent grey eyes under a thick curtain of long lashes, therefore the mouth only a small line of two pale lips surrounded by blond beard tip. His body depending on clothing and time of the day varies between tiny fragility to athletic perfection. I abhor the fact that all this knowledge of him gives me joy.
3) Gluttony
I found solace in food. A gargantuan meal following the other, mostly things I know he despise. But my efforts remains unnoticed. I don’t grow either, from time to time what changes shape is my belly.
4) Lust
When food isn’t enough, I drown in carnal pleasure. I’m not picky, male or female, I don’t care, as long as I get to screw someone faraway from all familiar places. It’s always the same I get ass drunk, found myself in some random cheap motel condom at hand, ready to hump a hole. At the beginning I used to fuck them head down, they were holes. No faces. But since this has been going on for too long, I no longer take only one with me. One is no longer enough to kill the pain. Usually I pick one who looks like him, he is aloud to fuck only me and to oblivion. But not before I’ve banged the other. Then I blissfully enter a territory where love is anything but a barren land of frost.
5) Anger
I guess it was after one of those rough nights. Because I had no memories but my body was marked with dry blood, bruises, blue and bite marks. I felt sore and wished for the first time, I knew what I’ve done only few hours ago. I tried to think in vain. My sudden anger towards him surprised me. He alone is to blame for this. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be humiliating myself. I’ve become such a slut, he won’t even want me now in his so perfect world with his so perfect boy friend! I scream aloud, three maybe four times before standing up, looking for booze, this night won’t find me sober.
6) Greed
Sometimes it seems my material possessions serves as veil to hide the hideous being I have become. I’ve come to believe that they’re all good that is left of me. So I cling to them, increasing them wanting always more. Feeling like I need them to wash my inner. But this seems to never happen, so I persist in the thinking, maybe I don’t have enough. Just a little bit more then it will be my salvation, I’ll be freed.
7) sloth
What good is it, if still he can’t see me? if still I consent to my body being abused? I hate work and efforts. They didn’t get me any near him but further into self-loath.
1) Vanity
The moment I first saw him, I knew he was the one. I knew my quest was over and I could rest. Of course I did anything possible to put myself forward until the limit of sanity.
2) Envy
I want to be him because I know I’ll never have him the way I want. I admire his strength, his confidence, his endurance, his eloquence with an ounce of arrogance. His trademark is so him, nothing but perfect, neatly cut blond hair, huge innocent grey eyes under a thick curtain of long lashes, therefore the mouth only a small line of two pale lips surrounded by blond beard tip. His body depending on clothing and time of the day varies between tiny fragility to athletic perfection. I abhor the fact that all this knowledge of him gives me joy.
3) Gluttony
I found solace in food. A gargantuan meal following the other, mostly things I know he despise. But my efforts remains unnoticed. I don’t grow either, from time to time what changes shape is my belly.
4) Lust
When food isn’t enough, I drown in carnal pleasure. I’m not picky, male or female, I don’t care, as long as I get to screw someone faraway from all familiar places. It’s always the same I get ass drunk, found myself in some random cheap motel condom at hand, ready to hump a hole. At the beginning I used to fuck them head down, they were holes. No faces. But since this has been going on for too long, I no longer take only one with me. One is no longer enough to kill the pain. Usually I pick one who looks like him, he is aloud to fuck only me and to oblivion. But not before I’ve banged the other. Then I blissfully enter a territory where love is anything but a barren land of frost.
5) Anger
I guess it was after one of those rough nights. Because I had no memories but my body was marked with dry blood, bruises, blue and bite marks. I felt sore and wished for the first time, I knew what I’ve done only few hours ago. I tried to think in vain. My sudden anger towards him surprised me. He alone is to blame for this. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be humiliating myself. I’ve become such a slut, he won’t even want me now in his so perfect world with his so perfect boy friend! I scream aloud, three maybe four times before standing up, looking for booze, this night won’t find me sober.
6) Greed
Sometimes it seems my material possessions serves as veil to hide the hideous being I have become. I’ve come to believe that they’re all good that is left of me. So I cling to them, increasing them wanting always more. Feeling like I need them to wash my inner. But this seems to never happen, so I persist in the thinking, maybe I don’t have enough. Just a little bit more then it will be my salvation, I’ll be freed.
7) sloth
What good is it, if still he can’t see me? if still I consent to my body being abused? I hate work and efforts. They didn’t get me any near him but further into self-loath.