LupusDei
curious alien
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Say, a guy is in another city/state/country/planet/parallel world for business or conference or something and got some unplanned free time and wander to this super posh old church and wonder on the artworks that appear a bit too suggestive for a place of worship as he's used to it. And clearly, there's people arriving and congregating for a mass. He may be not too religious or even complete non-believer, but perhaps exactly because decide it's an interesting experience to spend time on, and maybe his life been a bit too interesting lately and he decides hearing someone say some spiritual nonsense may randomly hit on hiccups of his own thinking and be of incidental value.
Last but not least, there's that girl. She's like highlighted for him out of the crowd. Pretty beyond words no doubt, but seemingly not that special, very demure, even bit shyly, although it's hard to say, maybe it's just the setting. And he's feeling guilty about mixing priorities, but can't stop himself by following her and taking a seat a row behind and few seats to the side so he could keep secretly watching her profile. He's really not looking for a relationship, it's like all wants, an indulgent fantasy. It doesn't stay all that secret, she's noticing, and seems not to mind, even more, is throwing eyes and fluttering eyelashes back.
Then the weirdness starts. The minister takes some girl forward and starts fucking her on the altar, and those six monks with exposed large erect penises walk out and select mates, and our flirt turns around and lock eyes, very clearly demanding acknowledgement our guy is into her without words. And indeed, the people in the pews start to get all very active and the minister says some words, and he stands up and reach for her and lifts her over the row of seats, now almost literally already out of hands of several other grabby suitors, and they strip hungrily and fuck right away.
And she's like, "just don't pass me on, please." Indeed, it's some serious all on all group sex going on all around. But they remain tight, and after a while stand up joining some kind of procession, end up at the altar and get married, apparently, right there, right away, still naked, no questions asked.
So yeah, to recap, a guy wandered off the street, walked in on a sex cult mass and got married to a strange girl, all inside a bit extended lunch break. But that's where the real story is only bound to start, isn't it? Like, how he's going to explain this sudden acquisition to his two ongoing girlfriends? And she's may be saying her body and the little backpack is all there is, and she's as a dutiful wife is ready to follow him anywhere and in anything, but she's clearly got some weird background, right?
Last but not least, there's that girl. She's like highlighted for him out of the crowd. Pretty beyond words no doubt, but seemingly not that special, very demure, even bit shyly, although it's hard to say, maybe it's just the setting. And he's feeling guilty about mixing priorities, but can't stop himself by following her and taking a seat a row behind and few seats to the side so he could keep secretly watching her profile. He's really not looking for a relationship, it's like all wants, an indulgent fantasy. It doesn't stay all that secret, she's noticing, and seems not to mind, even more, is throwing eyes and fluttering eyelashes back.
Then the weirdness starts. The minister takes some girl forward and starts fucking her on the altar, and those six monks with exposed large erect penises walk out and select mates, and our flirt turns around and lock eyes, very clearly demanding acknowledgement our guy is into her without words. And indeed, the people in the pews start to get all very active and the minister says some words, and he stands up and reach for her and lifts her over the row of seats, now almost literally already out of hands of several other grabby suitors, and they strip hungrily and fuck right away.
And she's like, "just don't pass me on, please." Indeed, it's some serious all on all group sex going on all around. But they remain tight, and after a while stand up joining some kind of procession, end up at the altar and get married, apparently, right there, right away, still naked, no questions asked.
So yeah, to recap, a guy wandered off the street, walked in on a sex cult mass and got married to a strange girl, all inside a bit extended lunch break. But that's where the real story is only bound to start, isn't it? Like, how he's going to explain this sudden acquisition to his two ongoing girlfriends? And she's may be saying her body and the little backpack is all there is, and she's as a dutiful wife is ready to follow him anywhere and in anything, but she's clearly got some weird background, right?
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