lost blurry lust

I’m in a large van. The police are approaching. I know they are going to search my bags, and I know there are some joints in some of them. They start rummaging through my stuff; I slyly shift the contents around of one bag and feel pretty confident they won’t find anything, but there is another bag that I’m still nervous about. They start asking me about “time-holes”, which are these tears in time & space that you can jump through. Only few people know about them — I happen to be one of these people. I offer information freely because it doesn’t matter. You can only see time-holes in your peripheral vision, and even than they are extremely hard to spot. They literally look like a blurry slice in space about the size of a large man. Only one person can jump in at a time, and you have no control as to where you end up. If you want to travel with someone, you have to toss a rope in immediately after the person goes in — they have to grab the rope and hold it tightly as you enter holding the other end. It doesn’t always work. Once you go into one of the time-holes you will never get back to the world where you jumped in — there are too many possibilities and you are randomly spit out into one of them. Some people get addicted to jumping through them.

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I’m making out with a woman, she is only wearing white underwear. She has round, uniform, red-blue bandages across her shoulders and down her biceps. They are about the size of small, round slices of oranges, and are placed equal lengths apart. It makes her look a bit robotic. She had some sort of cosmetic surgery on her breasts. As we get closer to sex, and she becomes more and more aroused, her left breast starts to become firm and begins to erect. It thins out into a wide, disc-like shape as it grows, her right breast remains normal. Her left nipple starts to jet out into a long thin, flimsy, nail-like shape, and some sort of dark, dense cream-like substance oozes out. I’m not repulsed or turned-on by this so much as I am intrigued. I have a firm grip on her breast and just watch this happen for a while, wondering what will happen next. ♨

a bright sunless day

I work at a petro station. I hate this job. The hours crawl by slowly. This station is in the middle of nowhere. No one ever comes — there aren’t any customers — but I can’t leave. I don’t know why I’m so tethered to this post. I’m not paid for my time.
Today the sun sank in the sky at an incredibly fast pace. It shouldn’t yet be night right now, but it is. Something strange is happening to Time, very strange. I take advantage of the situation and call my supervisor and explain that I am going to lock up and go home. He seems unmoved by the strange occurrence that’s happening and says that it’s fine since the day is over. He’s an idiot.
I take my leave and walk out into the sunless day. I have no intention of returning to this barren place; and I know in my heart, that this time, I won’t. ♨