This man was completely calculative! He was fully aware of his mind and had the strong will required for exploration. This man was a product of the country that he lived in. The product of the emperor.
I'll start from the beginning.
His name was Timothy Williams and he was 19 years old. On the surface, he appeared as someone so ordinary that you'd probably not notice him at all. He had hardly any presence nor personality. He had no friends. In fact, the only thing going for him was his above average appearance, his smooth youthful looking face and his neatly combed back brunette hair.
This young man suffered from a condition that happens to severely affect creatives. That condition is called boredom. Creatives often seek more novelty than anyone else. That is why they are often more sensual than anyone else, more emotional than anyone else and generally difficult for people to manage. You may think to yourselves, 'Why is Might complaining about Creatives? Isn't he one of them?'
My answer to that is, 'You're allowed to critique even your own group or people, especially when you want them to become aware of their shortcomings. You're doing them all a favour when you're being honest about them. If you care about the truth enough you won't be afraid anymore. You won't be afraid to speak up.'
Even though Timothy had no friends he had long accepted this. He would turn to the enjoyment of his long list of hobbies to keep him entertained and to keep him in a fairly good mood. I don't care about his hobbies because that is not important to the story. Why do writers do this? Why do they insert irrelevant details which bog down the story and distract everyone from the main plot? I have always been the type of guy to be direct and get straight to the point. I want to see the results and I hardly care about the process. I care about the height of the pleasure rather than the entire process including the pauses and anticipations and second guesses which comes before it.
Timothy had been working hard at his job and had been waiting for his promotion. He worked the most boring job in the world as a finance analyst. I'm telling you right now what I'd do if I was a finance analyst. I would shoot myself in the head ...
(with a water pistol of course because I care about my life and I don't want to die yet).
He took on the extra work, he agreed to work overtime and do just about anything to be noticed by his boss. This is because he needed more money. Actually, need isn't the right word. He wanted as much money as possible. There you go.
Timothy was called by his boss which made his heart race in the hopes that she had finally acknowledged his hard work. His face turned from happy to confused after another coworkers' name was called out a few seconds later.
Still he rushed to her office like a lovesick puppy.
The other colleague went there also so now they were waiting for an answer.
"Congratulations. You're very good for this company I can tell. I can tell it from my gut."
"T-Thank you so much!" Timothy spoke happily
"Actually.." she started to say, making his heart drop in disbelief
"I wasn't talking about you." She continued
"YOU FUCKING BITCH." Timothy blurted out in anger and yet he closed his mouth in shock but it was far too late
The other guy was grinning but didn't say anything. He ended up getting the raise instead.
"Ah, so now you decided to grow a pair? Get out of my sight!" She shouted
Timothy began to walk out of the door until she stopped him.
"WAIT." She yelled out
"Why should I wait? I am already fired so what's the point of listening to you?" Timothy asked
"Leave us now, Alex. Have a nice day." She said
Now they were all alone.
"Please take a seat." She said to him and he sat down
Timothy sat down and waited for any instructions.
"Can you guess what I despise most in the whole world?" She asked him
"Uh..me?" He guessed, chuckling
"Wrong. It's small talk."
"I see that we have that in common." He chuckled nervously
"Let me get this over and done with ok. I am interested in you. I have been for a while now. So, wanna go out with me?" She asked him
"This isn't a joke right? Very well then." He replied
"Is that a yes or a no?" She asked him
"It's a yes. A definite yes."
"Good. That's what I like to hear. Let's arrange the time and location of our date." She spoke a bit too enthusiastically and seriously
Timothy was a man who was very particular about what he did/didn't enjoy or wanted. If he could be described in one word, it would be 'picky' because he was very picky about everything to the point of where others viewed him as being too controlling. This was a man who wanted complete control over his enjoyments. Someone who wanted to have the best things.
So they went on their date which went well. It went a little too well actually to the point of where they left the restaurant much quicker than they planned, all excited. She was practically rushing off with him back to his place, her eagerness intrigued him even though it was overwhelming at times according to him.
As soon as he opened his front door, they kicked off their shoes. As soon as she approached him for a kiss, he placed an index finger to her lips and told her to wait so that he could get something. She stood there confused but waited for him to come back.
"What's that?" She asked him
He was holding up a paper which contained lots of writing written in small print. There was even space for a signature below the sheet of paper.
"I want you to read this and sign it. It's a detailed consent form. We've got to be careful nowadays."
"Correction. It's a VERY detailed consent form." She chuckled, taking the pen out of his hand and scribbled down her signature.
"Good. Now we can go all out and-" He started to say
Before he could even finish his sentence, his boss had already kissed him so passionately, her leather gloved hands placed on the back of his neck as they kissed.
When their lips parted, his chest was heaving slightly trying to get more air as he was so excited and in the moment that he had forgotten to breathe. She took a moment to gaze at him and give him a little smile. The breeze that was coming from the opened window brought a refreshing breeze to the room causing her wavy blonde hair to sway against it. Her name was Fallon in case I haven't mentioned it already. He was surprised yet excited by her boldness and was following her instructions willingly, waiting in anticipation for more. There was an unusual dynamic between them and Timothy couldn't help but feel awkward but that feeling was pushed down. However much that anxious feeling was pushed away by Timothy, it was still present and therefore he was consciously aware about it. For a man who needed to have control over everything, giving it up temporarily wasn't such an easy task to him initially but as she continued, he felt reassured and was able to relax more than he thought was possible. Now, Timothy was stripped down to his boxers and was seated with his back against the bed frame.
She approached him after throwing off her leather gloves, turned his face towards herself and then she kissed him. He tried to turn himself closer to her but she told him to relax and stay where he was. According to her, as long as he was enjoying the pleasurable experience that she was giving him, that's all that she desired. They got more passionate and then she signalled him to tilt his head back slightly. Timothy shivered after feeling the light touches of her hands on his neck and then she kissed and caressed his skin with her lips and tongue. But, that wasn't it. In addition to that, her right hand was snaking its way up his stomach and towards his pecs. She was observing his every reaction to her touches and in all the places that he felt sensitive. His whole body had lit up, ready and eager to receive more pleasure from her. Then she kissed down his chest all the way to his groin area caressing him over his boxers and meanwhile his every hot breaths and pleased moans from her actions further excited her. Soon both of them were undressed out of their underwear and then he moved away from the bed, stumbling around the room to find protection to wear. He walked past the mirror and grinned when he looked at himself upon seeing his body decorated with lipstick marks.
And so, he eagerly got ready to have sex with her and raced back to his bed, completely clueless about what really awaited him. You see, Fallon was a woman of particular sexual appetites. Sexual appetites that were not that commonplace.
I will briefly describe what occurred in order to speed up the story.
Fallon had on one hand, a paddle and a tickler on the other. She had instructed him to lie down on the bed on his back. Upon applying the tickler to his inner thighs, his 5-inch member sprung up yet again causing him to fidget against the bed. He was overcome and so he reached out to touch it. Before he managed to touch his cock, the woman struck him with the paddle, making him gasp as he jolted in surprise. Fallon was pleased by his reaction as she thought that it was cute. She alternated from using the feathered instrument to caress his body and the paddle to strike him every time he had gotten overstimulated as a mild pain is the cure for numbness by pleasure. To experience more pleasure, a little pain is required. Even hesitation which is the mildest form of pain could be used to one's advantage regarding that they have the moderation within themselves to endure.
Fallon was getting aroused by watching the state that he was in and she sighed out after feeling the tingle and warmth going down to her groin from all that she was doing to him.
Timothy looked up at her and let out a frustrated grunt after seeing her gently rubbing her warmth and looking down at him with her sharp eyes. She was pleased after watching his cock twitching, his entire body desperate for more pleasure. She then casually stopped pleasuring herself only to put on a fresh coat of dark red lipstick. He was wondering why she was teasing him like this. He wanted her so desperately! So desperately that he was willing to do anything just to fuck her!
"I want you Fallon."
"Really? How much do you want me?"
"Come on. Uh..please." He whined
And that was it. She came towards him without hesitation and sat down on his lap, riding him until they climaxed. I find it unnecessary to go into anymore detail because I do not write this book for erotic purposes only. There is something more important to explore.
Exploration! My favourite word after the phrase lex talionis.
Ever felt numb from pleasure? When it feels so good it starts to hurt? Ever wondered if there was a way to feel as much pleasure as possible and process it all? I call it Optimal Pleasure. It involves becoming affected by a stimuli causing you to become more aware of the body and its condition. A stimuli which awakens you, connecting the body, soul and the mind. It works similar to being blindfolded and embraced on by a lover. The blindfold is a stimuli which temporarily removes the sight and so, the body is awakened more than ever, so focused on survival that endorphins surge within you and your other senses flourish as they are heightened! This is a wonderful experience isn't it? Imagine a more sensual experience. One that will blow your mind!
You know that advertisement about 'X'?
I was actually the voice actor for that commercial! I am not bragging about this nor am I trying to promote this product. It is small enough to fit in your pockets but it's impact is huge. X is extremely dangerous and I was ignorant a decade ago. It was my idea but the people twisted it and changed it into something ugly. Something wicked. They use it like a drug or a toy and don't actually care about learning from the experience. I hate them all. Those X users.
Timothy was a man who was addicted to feelings.
He latched himself onto pleasure like a moth to a flame and even the pleasure received from Fallon wasn't enough for him. And so he underwent on the most sensual journey that could be taken. I call it 'EXPLORATION'!
OPEN YOUR EYES!
MY MEANING IS EXPLORATION!
Fallon was Timothy's boss but she didn't even fire him after he called her a bitch.
She didn't give him a raise either in case you were still wondering.
A chain of events occurred.
She came over to his house again and this time without warning she dashed a knife at him!
Luckily he managed to dodge the knife.
He was too stunned to speak.
Fallon stared at him, waiting for him to respond with anger but he didn't.
"Wait! I am not angry at you." He called out to her when she'd started to leave again
"Y-You aren't?" She asked him
His eyes widened and his chest was heaving.
"D-Do that again." He demanded, wanting to feel the thrill of his survival being tested again
She looked at him again only to realize that there was a tent growing and visible in his pants. He had gotten aroused by the experience. She chuckled proudly then immediately threw a knife at him which ended up scratching him on the shoulder but he wasn't too hurt.
"Oh no, my favourite black hoodie." He said
"You're too slow. I bet even snails move faster than you do" She replied
"I have an idea! Give me the knife." He gasped
She rolled her eyes at him playfully but gave him the knife.
He hesitated until he threw the knife in the air as it circled many times and he attempted to catch the knife.
If it wasn't obvious enough already, the knife cut him.
"Idiot." She smiled, taking the knife from his bloodied hand.
"I'll bandage it and treat it myself. Don't worry about me." He spoke
After that, the weird couple did some more thrill-seeking activities to their heart's content.
But still, he wanted more.
One day, he was introduced to the drug 'X'.
He was brave in deciding to take it to further his exploration.
I really do admire him for doing that.
Why do I say this? Because Timothy is a young man that I know (obviously I have changed his name here to grant him anonymity).
I didn't make X. I only promoted it therefore I don't know how it works.
Anyway, the bored young man took X and his body was still and rested in his bed.
One thing to note: If you've taken the drug and want to return to the real world, you must beat your chest at least once with your hand. That feeling will return you to this world.
He opened his eyes to a wide white field. Everything was white here.
"Where am I? Is this the drug's effect? I demand answers!" He spoke out
But he was all alone.
Or was he?
***
Experiences are truly what matter the most in this world.
The experienced know that everyone has a shadow side. Thoughts so dark and morbid that dwell in the subconscious unexplored in so many. Why does it remain so unexplored?
These experiences become memories and fragments of these memories become thought or even belief.
All of these put together become the unique self.
You are a collection of your own thoughts, memories and experiences but these aren't fixed. They can change. Therefore, you can change too provided that you are fearless enough.
There was a 19 year old man who had been suffering from boredom. He wanted to feel something and feel alive again. His name was Timothy Williams.
TO BE CONTINUED...