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What is a normal human being? A living, breathing, two-legged mammal. The most complex animal in the animal kingdom. Though, like every other animal, a normal human being will one day die. I've heard a saying, that describes the entirety of the human race. Once you start to live, you begin to die. Every injury, or sickness just leads you more into your own grave. Injuries and sickness that lead us to a slow, painful death. If thought about, that's all it really is. Seventy to eighty years of blood, sweat, and tears? For what? A great reward in the afterlife?
Hardly.
I bled, sweat, and cried my way through my first twenty years of life. Twenty years of pure hell, from abusive fathers, to scrimping, scrapping and clawing my way to the top. The first twenty years of my life are nothing compared to the rest of it. That's not what Im suppose to be talking about though, no.
Im suppose to be talking about the human race. That's what this entire story surrounds.
I think it would be better if I just began in the beginning.
I met my wife when I was just twenty years old. Two months after I had moved to London from Australia. I had decided to start a new life, in a new place, and it hadn't taken me long to get myself and my business established. I've never been one to abide by the law. Having picked up more than enough trades in Australia to last me a lifetime. My particular business was drug dealing, and to this day, it still is. It was the simplest way for me to make money, quick.
What can I say? Im impatient.
I met Zodiac Raina Summersby at a club that I frequented at the time. The moment my eyes fell on her, there was something in me that told me that she was mine. That she was suppose to be mine, and some kind of animalistic instict took over from there. After a dance, we left from there to my place I think, then again, my memory tends to confuse the sequence of events. Every word that fell from her mouth turned me on, everything about her was like electricity. She was practically unreachable, but I got her.
I forced her to love me. I forced myself onto her and into her in every way possible. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. I have no regrets either. I got what I wanted. I opened up to her, expecting a slap in the face, and a fuck you, but I got the small tender, loving caresses that immediately took on a different spark. She'd touched me before, but it was different. Like fire leaping from her fingertips and into my body, electrifying my heart to life.
Our love isn't a normal love. At least, I don't think it is. Ive never really experienced love before, and if there's any word in the english language to describe the feelings I felt for her, was love. Pure love. The type that makes your heart jump in your chest and send tingling sensations through your abdomen, all the way down to your groin, and back into your throat. It's amazing.
We married not long after that, and Ive never looked back, until now. I want to remember but it's hard. Though, not hard to remember Zodi as she was then, and how she is now. She was and still is my life. Without her, there is no me. Every kiss is different, she smells different every single day, how she does it I honestly don't know how. She has a particular smell though, that my nose can pick up, one that is her own smell. It embodies her and with just a whiff my cock is rock hard and im shoving her against a wall.
That's just how we are I guess.
Hardly.
I bled, sweat, and cried my way through my first twenty years of life. Twenty years of pure hell, from abusive fathers, to scrimping, scrapping and clawing my way to the top. The first twenty years of my life are nothing compared to the rest of it. That's not what Im suppose to be talking about though, no.
Im suppose to be talking about the human race. That's what this entire story surrounds.
I think it would be better if I just began in the beginning.
I met my wife when I was just twenty years old. Two months after I had moved to London from Australia. I had decided to start a new life, in a new place, and it hadn't taken me long to get myself and my business established. I've never been one to abide by the law. Having picked up more than enough trades in Australia to last me a lifetime. My particular business was drug dealing, and to this day, it still is. It was the simplest way for me to make money, quick.
What can I say? Im impatient.
I met Zodiac Raina Summersby at a club that I frequented at the time. The moment my eyes fell on her, there was something in me that told me that she was mine. That she was suppose to be mine, and some kind of animalistic instict took over from there. After a dance, we left from there to my place I think, then again, my memory tends to confuse the sequence of events. Every word that fell from her mouth turned me on, everything about her was like electricity. She was practically unreachable, but I got her.
I forced her to love me. I forced myself onto her and into her in every way possible. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. I have no regrets either. I got what I wanted. I opened up to her, expecting a slap in the face, and a fuck you, but I got the small tender, loving caresses that immediately took on a different spark. She'd touched me before, but it was different. Like fire leaping from her fingertips and into my body, electrifying my heart to life.
Our love isn't a normal love. At least, I don't think it is. Ive never really experienced love before, and if there's any word in the english language to describe the feelings I felt for her, was love. Pure love. The type that makes your heart jump in your chest and send tingling sensations through your abdomen, all the way down to your groin, and back into your throat. It's amazing.
We married not long after that, and Ive never looked back, until now. I want to remember but it's hard. Though, not hard to remember Zodi as she was then, and how she is now. She was and still is my life. Without her, there is no me. Every kiss is different, she smells different every single day, how she does it I honestly don't know how. She has a particular smell though, that my nose can pick up, one that is her own smell. It embodies her and with just a whiff my cock is rock hard and im shoving her against a wall.
That's just how we are I guess.