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Honey, I need your smelly, dirty ass, and please give me your little panties. I want to fondle, smell and rub them on my face. I want to lick and kiss the spot on the inside that’s next to your hole. I need sex, donna, you!!
I got this great idea on facebook. Constant connection, through us all being one big mind. I’m hooked up. Whether on or off the internet. We all are. One big airport terminal. Busy crowds, humanity, one mind, ‘the One’.
This explains that curious attachment that we feel. The movements to the signs of other people. It’s as if we smell them, their odor in the air, a mass of atoms, but it’s their mind, or their area of the collective mind. Its like your tits, or ass or the V between your legs, they give off vibes or energy, thought-waves. You , I, everybody, is a vapor.
Nothing is substantial. But everything is porous. Permeated with thought-waves. Our minds exist between the physical particles. We are really a ghost, or spirit.
And that spirit is drawn like a magnet to the id,, the body, sex, gratification. Positive and negative poles of a battery. They attract.
Cute, little. Skimpy , soiled panties. I love them and you in them. Show me. Model them for me.