#altered reality

[jirls]

[raoulite]

forest fair mall food court, OH

[laurentidal]

Catch

Easy prey for me, I'll admit. I enjoy a challenge more often than not, but I'm not so egotistical as to say I'll never eat low hanging fruit.

Lily struck me right away. Tattoos from neck to toe and dripping in Pokemon memorabilia. She was a sight. Not usually my type, to be sure. But the tits under that Squirtle. They were not to be ignored.

I introduced myself as the owner of the shop she'd wandered into. It wasn't legally true, but thanks to a little lady who was currently helplessly finger fucking herself in the back office, it would be by this time tomorrow.

She nodded politely to me and continued browsing. I followed behind a few paces. I didn't want to scare her off, thought I think that even the brief encounter would have been enough for her to stay nearby. I have a… way with people. They're drawn to me and naturally inclined to do as I ask. With a bit of concentration and the right prompting, I can get people to do almost anything.

"Which is your favorite?" I asked gesturing to her shirt as I pretended to cross her path again.

She looked down at her chest, breasts stretching the fabric wonderfully, and for a moment I thought she might have answered "left" or "right."

"Smeargol," she answered simply, and upon seeing my curious expression happily elaborated. "He's a painter."

"Ah so it's art-related. Makes sense with the tattoos. Mine is probably Hypno."

"Interesting choice," she said, taking a drink.

"I've always been obsessed with the mind. It's an incredible thing. It creates whole worlds for us to live in." I could feel her getting more and more comfortable with me. In a short time, she now considered us close friends.

"Yeah that's true. I like how something like a dumb cartoon can explore topics without getting boring."

"Pokemon has a lot of strange themes. One that always struck me was the relationship between trainer and pokemon. Are they friends? Pets? Slaves?"

She took a long pull from her drink as she thought about that.

"l mean you wouldn't make a pet fight someone else's pet. They seem a lot like slaves to me. Slaves that do whatever their owner wants."

Her lack of a bra was beginning to show more obviously as we spoke and she fell more and more into my field of influence.

"But," she stammered, "they can disobey if they aren't friends with their owners."

"Or if their owners are weak," I agreed. "But they often don't get a say on who their owner is. He just swoops in one day and uses his balls to trap them."

At the word balls, she audibly sighed, though I don't think she even noticed she'd done it.

"Are we friends?" I asked.

"Sure," she agreed a little too quickly.

"And I'm strong. I've steered this whole conversation. Leading you along on each point."

She nodded.

"And I've swooped in out of the blue and am trying to claim you. Are you going to let me? Or…,"

I pointed at her shirt again, "are you just a little wild pokemon who doesn't have a choice?"

"No choice," she whispered as she stared into my eyes.

"Now why don't you come into the back office and I can show you the thing that all captured pokemon need. And you can see the other specimen I've caught today. I think you're going to get along nicely."

She simply nodded, eyes lowering to look at the bulge in my jeans. Too easy.

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[angelcorp]

hey. do you feel that? the sun on your face? the wind in your hair? the love in your heart? that's what this is all about, baby.

[kevinmcdonaldphotos]

abandoned halls

[silky-psyche-arts]

≪Airing Out Dirty Laundry ≫

╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝

[phosphenemoth]

[kanalfanal]

pilotes d'aigua

[shin-0ddity]

and we held on to it

[jirls]

[raoulite]

defunct sears in eastgate mall, OH

[lsdegenerate]

[laurentidal]

Of Course

Deanna stood up in the bathroom and a wave of dizziness came over her. She grabbed the edge of the sink to keep from falling over. A room full of hard porcelain surfaces was the last place she wanted to faint.

She looked at herself in the mirror as her balance returned. She was naked. But... Wait. Why? Suddenly she realized that she didn't remember coming in here. Or even waking up this morning. And... Was it morning? She felt groggy like she'd just woke up so it must be.

Was she naked because she'd come to shower? That made sense, right? But then where was her towel? She kept looking herself in the eye and trying to piece it back together, but try as she might, the memories just weren't there.

And what had been with that dizziness? Did she have a brain tumor? Is that why things were weird and foggy and off balance? Her mind raced and she decided to skip the shower she might not even have come to take. She should go to the ER. Probably. Get a scan. Just make sure.

But as she pulled open the door, she saw a man laying in her bed. Also naked. And... Oh very well endowed. But once again, a man she did not recognize or remember. And suddenly the fears about abnormal brain growths turned to fears of something slipped into her drink. But... Was she even out at the bar last night? She couldn't remember that either!

Slowly and quietly, she tried to sneak toward the pile of her clothes by the bedside. One step. Two step. CREAK.

The man stirred as she froze on the loose floorboard. His eyes opened and glanced up at her.

"Coming back to bed, DeeDee?"

The name hit her like a warm blanket. Deanna and all her worries melted away gently, and DeeDee smiled. She felt so stupid forgetting her Master like that. She slapped her forehead dramatically.

"Did you forget me again, love?"

"Not me, Master. The other me. She gets so worried when she comes back out. She thought she had a brain tumor."

The man chuckled. "We'll have to get better at the transition back to her so she doesn't worry. After all, the only thing in your brain is me."

"That's not the only place I want you," DeeDee said, climbing back into bed. "Should we resume where we left off?"

"Gladly."

[tomlinsonvuitton]

liminal spaces

[kevinmcdonaldphotos]

they stretch on for miles

[losts-aesthetic-archives]

This image hits especially close to home to me. I used to have a very similar room to this. I had the same bed, and the same 'curtains'. It reminds me of my old trailer. I still miss it greatly.