Smuts and Spirits

She's either divine or relates to something divine just like me. It's a hunch that they're testing me. Boldness has no pretense, and the divine needs to check that resolve. 

Seriously I could've been knee-deep inside her pussy right about now. What stopped me was that eerie dream I had this dawn. They're trying to ascertain my seriousness about fucking with the spirits. Test of my creed, that Boldness has no pretense. In the dream, I asked my friend asleep next to me to pray, considering the fact that, he strongly believes in god. Then I depended on myself cos I've decided not to fear anything: not even these gods. It wouldn't hurt to have more defense right?  In the end, I was all that I had and I was more than enough. Toughed it out, the spirit's energy ran out. 

But seriously, if not that dream she would've been screaming my name with pleasure. I know what she is, something I must conquer to prove that Boldness has no pretense, huh. Backing down makes me a fearo and that's a no-no. This is such a fucking risk. Fucking spirits. Well, at least she couldn't conquer me in the dream. In reality, it's either I make her, together with her spirit, my sex slave, or I'll fuck that spirit outta her. Now, I can only pray to God that she has some nice soft ass with good vibes. Then I'm rocking that pussy like a rock star, The Pleasure Rockstar.