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Listen, folks—it’s Michael Martinez86 here, though you can just call me Pete. I wanted to drop a note about one of those weirder, more authentic dynamics we see popping up between people—the kind that really catches you off guard when you first realize what's actually going on. The truth is, we all have our own little "quirks"—those private perversions we tuck away like snakes hiding their legs—and nothing gets under our skin quite like discovering someone else's hidden side. It’s fascinating, in a dark sort of way. Honestly, if we take a hard look at ourselves—really dig deep—we have to ask the uncomfortable question: aren't we all just a bunch of hypocrites?
"Oh boy," as good old Santa would say.
Prof. Gail put on an act—then, switching to a completely different voice, she went on:
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" — he’d let out this booming, cynical laugh, basically mocking how completely clueless his students were.
And then Prof. Gail will just keep going—until she suddenly starts sighing in this high-pitched, dramatic way:
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" — that’s exactly the kind of sound a middle-aged lady would make after getting absolutely rolled by a junkie in a public restroom.
Prof. Gail is this scruffy, stocky little guy—not exactly a runway model—but somehow he’s been pulling the hottest guys in town like it’s his full-time job. Because he looks totally average and sounds just as plain, people started calling him "crazy" Rasputin. Well, after he finished the first act of his own personal one-man show, he snagged his lover, shackled him up with belts and chains, and kicked off the second act:
What on earth am I looking at here? Oh, man—look at that muscle! (And yeah, I said it like that just so you’d know exactly which little rodent I was talking about.)
pa:
Oh, man—look at those muscles! (And yeah, I’m using the word with a very specific emphasis here...)
It was a special kind of torture intended for his lover—the sharp-eyed, well-built butcher, Joe Pandžić. Manly Joe worked at one of the local butcher shops in town, and whenever he stood there behind the counter in a crisp white apron, collar split just enough to reveal glimpses of those dark curls emerging from his powerful chest, the housewives would practically fall into a trance. To be honest, Prof. Gail’s linguistic gymnastics were a true torment for Joe, though for reasons entirely different from what his lover imagined. See, Joe Pandžić is actually a very subtle man. He chose the butchery profession quite deliberately as a way to systematically mask his own inclinations. He feared social stigma and judgment, correctly deducing that nobody would ever suspect him while they watched him hacking away at beef with massive knives and cleavers every single day. On top of that, he gained a reputation as a master of the meat smoker. He never needed more than one clean stroke to silence a pig forever. But all of that was just a mask. At home, single Joe would lose himself in poetry, fantasizing about being filled by a master. He met Prof. Gail online via a chat room, and their sessions became frequent. Crazy "Rasputin" held certain prejudices against Joe. Even though he found Joe physically irresistible, he insisted that Joe was nothing more than plain, raw material. During their sessions, he would drone on with nonsense, thinking Joe was merely enduring his scholarly—and frankly incomprehensible—lectures, when in reality, Joe was just suffering through the sheer deluge of idiocy Gail spewed at him. Regardless, the more frayed Joe’s nerves became, the more he craved Rasputin’s thrust. After Rasputin’s extensive verbal tyranny, punctuated by the occasional strike of a whip, Joe would finally get what he wanted. Rasputin would most often finish violently in Joe's mouth. He possessed a miraculous anatomy—roughly the size of a thumb, yet incredibly lively and resilient. Once he finished in Joe's mouth, he wouldn't drop for a second; instead, he’d immediately find his way into Joe's desired anus, pounding away there long and relentlessly. Rasputin’s way of taking Joe was so intense that Joe could somehow manage to ejaculate twice without even touching himself. And since he was restrained, he couldn't have touched himself if he wanted to. Exhausted by passion, Prof. Gail "Rasputin" and Joe would eventually collapse onto the rug. Once they had caught their breath, it wasn't unusual for the unpredictable professor to pinch Joe’s earlobe between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it sharply upward while whispering some fitting little poem:
- "The ear went to sleep
while lunch was on the stove
so how could it hear
when Mom called out from the hall?
But then again, that same ear
wouldn't be deaf at all
if birds were calling its name
to come dance on the roof..."-
"Oh boy," as good old Santa would say.
Prof. Gail put on an act—then, switching to a completely different voice, she went on:
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" — he’d let out this booming, cynical laugh, basically mocking how completely clueless his students were.
And then Prof. Gail will just keep going—until she suddenly starts sighing in this high-pitched, dramatic way:
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" — that’s exactly the kind of sound a middle-aged lady would make after getting absolutely rolled by a junkie in a public restroom.
Prof. Gail is this scruffy, stocky little guy—not exactly a runway model—but somehow he’s been pulling the hottest guys in town like it’s his full-time job. Because he looks totally average and sounds just as plain, people started calling him "crazy" Rasputin. Well, after he finished the first act of his own personal one-man show, he snagged his lover, shackled him up with belts and chains, and kicked off the second act:
What on earth am I looking at here? Oh, man—look at that muscle! (And yeah, I said it like that just so you’d know exactly which little rodent I was talking about.)
pa:
Oh, man—look at those muscles! (And yeah, I’m using the word with a very specific emphasis here...)
It was a special kind of torture intended for his lover—the sharp-eyed, well-built butcher, Joe Pandžić. Manly Joe worked at one of the local butcher shops in town, and whenever he stood there behind the counter in a crisp white apron, collar split just enough to reveal glimpses of those dark curls emerging from his powerful chest, the housewives would practically fall into a trance. To be honest, Prof. Gail’s linguistic gymnastics were a true torment for Joe, though for reasons entirely different from what his lover imagined. See, Joe Pandžić is actually a very subtle man. He chose the butchery profession quite deliberately as a way to systematically mask his own inclinations. He feared social stigma and judgment, correctly deducing that nobody would ever suspect him while they watched him hacking away at beef with massive knives and cleavers every single day. On top of that, he gained a reputation as a master of the meat smoker. He never needed more than one clean stroke to silence a pig forever. But all of that was just a mask. At home, single Joe would lose himself in poetry, fantasizing about being filled by a master. He met Prof. Gail online via a chat room, and their sessions became frequent. Crazy "Rasputin" held certain prejudices against Joe. Even though he found Joe physically irresistible, he insisted that Joe was nothing more than plain, raw material. During their sessions, he would drone on with nonsense, thinking Joe was merely enduring his scholarly—and frankly incomprehensible—lectures, when in reality, Joe was just suffering through the sheer deluge of idiocy Gail spewed at him. Regardless, the more frayed Joe’s nerves became, the more he craved Rasputin’s thrust. After Rasputin’s extensive verbal tyranny, punctuated by the occasional strike of a whip, Joe would finally get what he wanted. Rasputin would most often finish violently in Joe's mouth. He possessed a miraculous anatomy—roughly the size of a thumb, yet incredibly lively and resilient. Once he finished in Joe's mouth, he wouldn't drop for a second; instead, he’d immediately find his way into Joe's desired anus, pounding away there long and relentlessly. Rasputin’s way of taking Joe was so intense that Joe could somehow manage to ejaculate twice without even touching himself. And since he was restrained, he couldn't have touched himself if he wanted to. Exhausted by passion, Prof. Gail "Rasputin" and Joe would eventually collapse onto the rug. Once they had caught their breath, it wasn't unusual for the unpredictable professor to pinch Joe’s earlobe between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it sharply upward while whispering some fitting little poem:
- "The ear went to sleep
while lunch was on the stove
so how could it hear
when Mom called out from the hall?
But then again, that same ear
wouldn't be deaf at all
if birds were calling its name
to come dance on the roof..."-