BigJimsWornOutTires
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My ending has begun for the conjoined triplets in the heavens last night warned me of what will happen as it happened before.
All beginnings must have endings. Though there are no real endings. Only new beginnings.
In my first beginning, I'd sprung CENSORED years old sucking on a wet nurse's teat. Though later I'd discovered, she was no nurse at all. But a stranger who'd come into the hospital grabbing babies to suck on her teats. She was eventually arrested. That was the first time I was sexually assaulted. Ugh.
Then not much longer after that beginning, I'd begin afresh. My babysitter would let me suck on her teats. She too was caught and arrested. For that was her ending. When I'd made it to my teen years, I began once again. My sister's friend would come into my room and let me suck on her teats. But she was never caught. So that never ended. Until months later, when she caught me sucking on my sister's other friend's teats. She ended that.
"Happy 18th Birthday!" A new beginning. I was celebrating my birthday with 3 pairs of nipples. I knew I'd needed an awesome new beginning. So I sucked away. One by one. Teat by teat. Tit by tit. Dollar by dollar, I'd paid.
Years later, I'd met a set of selfish nipples that only wanted my suction. And so I concurred, "Sure, whatever."
And as that beginning faded into another ending - watching those tits sag lower and lower...I knew it was time for a new beginning. And so that's what I told the judge anyway. She didn't like my new beginning excuse. "You're an asshole." The judge explained. "If I could, I would put your ass in jail for your new beginning and final ending. But unfortunately, I can't. So I'm going to award her the maximal."
So here I am. After many other beginnings and endings, since that day in court. But like Q said to Captain Picard in the series finale of the Next Generations, "All good things, must come to an end."
Although this ending is another beginning - round and round we go along the edge of the Paradox Show. Ugh.
And so now I've begun again. Like changing a disc in a player or record on a turntable. "You all will get your shot," I assure the souls in the waiting room embedded inside the ganglia.
All beginnings must have endings. Though there are no real endings. Only new beginnings.
In my first beginning, I'd sprung CENSORED years old sucking on a wet nurse's teat. Though later I'd discovered, she was no nurse at all. But a stranger who'd come into the hospital grabbing babies to suck on her teats. She was eventually arrested. That was the first time I was sexually assaulted. Ugh.
Then not much longer after that beginning, I'd begin afresh. My babysitter would let me suck on her teats. She too was caught and arrested. For that was her ending. When I'd made it to my teen years, I began once again. My sister's friend would come into my room and let me suck on her teats. But she was never caught. So that never ended. Until months later, when she caught me sucking on my sister's other friend's teats. She ended that.
"Happy 18th Birthday!" A new beginning. I was celebrating my birthday with 3 pairs of nipples. I knew I'd needed an awesome new beginning. So I sucked away. One by one. Teat by teat. Tit by tit. Dollar by dollar, I'd paid.
Years later, I'd met a set of selfish nipples that only wanted my suction. And so I concurred, "Sure, whatever."
And as that beginning faded into another ending - watching those tits sag lower and lower...I knew it was time for a new beginning. And so that's what I told the judge anyway. She didn't like my new beginning excuse. "You're an asshole." The judge explained. "If I could, I would put your ass in jail for your new beginning and final ending. But unfortunately, I can't. So I'm going to award her the maximal."
So here I am. After many other beginnings and endings, since that day in court. But like Q said to Captain Picard in the series finale of the Next Generations, "All good things, must come to an end."
Although this ending is another beginning - round and round we go along the edge of the Paradox Show. Ugh.
And so now I've begun again. Like changing a disc in a player or record on a turntable. "You all will get your shot," I assure the souls in the waiting room embedded inside the ganglia.
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