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Afternoon Purgatory
An ego-erotic triptych 2/3
You are Sissi. You thought it would be a big orgy for the end of the world, but quite the opposite happened. It is the biggest orgy, and the end of the world comes from it. It started slowly, years ago. A sort of global laziness. The people sexualization. The pheromone addiction. A global implosion of the system, selling humans to humans.
Even if the company is providing a cheap hotel in Suburbia, you have this thing to couch-surf all over, in exchange for leaking a pussy, or a cock. You are undefined. You love them all. You knew well how to seduce me. You give me wings, selling me fame. You like strangers and the strangest locations. You are the key to my problem. I love you.
We’ll spend the night together, Follow me.
You are here for me. I am all for you, here and then. You have no address. You are unknown. Nor male or female. Faust was right. I have no regrets. I give you my soul, and I will give my life. Stranger, I am lucky to meet you. You will make me happy. For a second of vanity, I will change my destiny. Your command is my wish. I follow you.
I know you’ve had a bad night and woke up in an awful mood. The ketamine trip. Did I tell you a hotel in New Jersey called? You never showed up. Do you remember the night with me? You asked: “Where am I? What is…