Monday, July 25, 2016

Care for the Winner

Chapter one

As she left her house, she looked up at the neighbor's window, where he sat eating some cornflakes or something. She arrogantly felt the need to declare that man ridiculous, in the sense that she could reach a higher altitude of despising the low ones, mostly if she saw it in this man that she would be forgiven for loathing him for no reason. She somehow managed to feel right about doing it, so that for example Jesus Christ wouldn't mind it. “Thereby,” she thought for herself while walking down the street, “I can from now on fake that I am valuable for that kind of freak!”

She walked on to a car that was parked a few blocks away. It was her father's. She was almost not happy about simply borrowing the car, but she did not as of yet have an economy that permitted her to own one of her own. His vehicle was permissible, for her, to enter and leave without that seeming obnoxious nor poorer than that “One can,” she felt, “respect me just the same!”

Upon starting it she drove over to her boyfriend, who lived on the other side of town. Ringing on his doorbell she felt a sudden urge to show him that she was now a woman of dignity and fast love, even though she had just the night before expressed her hatred over him seemingly feeling something like that.

While he opened the door she smiled and then caressed him very smoothly, so that her ignorance of what she felt yesterday didn't seem important, she hoped. He smiled back , and, returning the caress, said: “I suppose you're into a good mood to have sex right now, aren't you?!”

She smiled solemnly, and whispered: “Yes, I am, dear!”

“I didn't see that you were horny until that smile on your face. There was not a trace the second before it!”

“I feel that they are idiots, those guys who think that you and I should not be together for always and then also see it in ourselves to be much more worth than all other people! I feel we should go to bed now and screw the hell out of ourselves until the shadows of doubt about that in us disappear forever!”

He shivered in a way that was almost certainly of pleasure, but she felt a little annoyed at him over it. In her mind she then made a plan. She would have him shake for her until she met a better guy, and then she would pretend she had never been satisfied with him in the first place. Going to bed with him she thought: “I wonder if this man of mine is any better than that I could exchange him sooner or later, since I now can find Jesus to be on my side even when I scare myself by being a girl who wants more than one could expect from them!”

They made love and she felt him come to her ecstasy about not having to bother with taking him as a good enough person to be into complete honesty with, and then she felt Jesus somehow arguing that this was the furthest he would let her take it. She thereby drew the conclusion that Jesus was no more the man than for example he was, and thereby completed her sarcastic attitude by saying to herself that He was not to be bargained with as a smart enough fellow, were it not for his appeal on the thousands of followers that ridiculously admired his so-called smartness for morals.

Thinking this she realized that she had sold her soul for the sake of sarcasm against that neighbour, of whom she knew nothing. “Or just about nothing, I can say to myself,” she thought and almost giggled. “I could,” she figured, “almost certainly see to it that he seems to be a mediocre fellow at being with Christ, and thereby have this seem to be something quite different than such a ridiculous soul sale!”

Her boyfriend seemed to think she had giggled about something sexual, which she therefore pretended to be totally into.
  

Chapter two

The next day, she was looking through the window of an apartment building's lowest floor, where she saw a man seem to dress himself, but then she realized that he was undressing, and giggled. She watched carefully until he was fully undressed, then she thoroughly let her feelings show about that she had been a bit turned on by it. But the man looked in another direction. Instead a girl walked up to her and asked: “Are you looking at him, or is that just your way of seeming to be about what I can call a hope for better amusements around here?”

Hearing this, she was stunned. “And who are you to be asking?” she demanded.

“I'm Deborah!” the girl said and held out her hand.

“Linda!” Linda answered Deborah, and took her hand and shook it.

Now the man in the window seemed to notice the two of them. But he had by now put on a bathrobe and was just casually looking at the two young women outside his apartment.

Looking back now at him, Linda smiled. She felt annoyed that the girl beside her might be smiling as well, but she felt also that it could help her to an advantage over that man, and also over her boyfriend, somehow. While she was thinking about that, the man in the window waved at them.

She waved back, and noticed that Deborah did too. At this he began opening his window. “Hey,” he smiled. “What are you to girls so curios about, now?”

Linda blushed, and so did Debbie, it seemed to her, because he continued: “I can see the both of you have been amusing yourselves about me being into showering or something ...”

“I can tell that you have a nice looking body! I saw it from across the street, and I watched you undressing - and so did she!”

The man smiled. “Do you wanna see more of it then, huh?”

Debbie giggled softly. “Yes, I would,” she said, but I'm afraid my husband would be jealous!”

Linda giggled too. “I think the same of my fiance!”

But now they both noticed his bathrobe bulging in the area about the penis.

“I can see that we have an effect on you even so!” Linda burst out.

Now he blushed. For a short while he just stood there, silently, the bulge growing a little more. Then he closed his window and left it.

The two girls looked at each other, blushed and then also giggled. “I wonder,” Debbie said, “what it would be like to see what he's doing in that shower of his!”

Linda looked at her. “I wonder too,” she said, solemnly.

Debbie looked her straight in the eye and asked: “Do you find him funnier than that fiance of yours?!”

Linda looked at her. “No, I don't!” she lied.

“To the extent you're lying, you should know that I too feel that it's sort of funnier to look at the naked men you've got nothing to do with, than to walk around, having a husband (or as in your case a fiance) who should be seen as the best there is, while the other men are supposedly just studs to be reckoned with as important not to notice when they're sexy or so!”

“I feel that we should go to the other side of the building and see if we can find a way to look into even his bathroom!”
  

Chapter three

After dinner that night, Linda masturbated over having seen that man undress and then masturbate in his shower. She amused herself at the thought of being funny about not admitting this to her boyfriend. Even so, she found herself to be the weird little girl that he (her boyfriend) should always want to look up to as the faithful kind of partner that was 'of course' never to be accused of any infidelity! The contradiction amused her so much that Jesus in her seemed to react. She thereby continued masturbating without feeling that she was afraid of His power, since her labia were so smart at seeing that in Him, that He was the ruler of her smartness for morals even now that she was soul sold.

After she came for a second time, she felt that she had now reassured herself that nothing was worth it except Christ by her side and then also the devil on the other. In the sense that she wanted more satisfaction, she wanted to get rid of Christ, but she also felt that He was the security she needed in order to seem fair against those evil spooks that she would conquer. Partly she felt also that her vagina was into Jesus so much that she knew what He would to to her if she wasn't good enough to even be presentable as the Christian girl He had admitted for her (when she was a child) that she was very very much, she figured.

“I don't feel it's evil, not nowadays,” she thought for herself, “to admit there's no evil in figuring all others to be below me, as I know there's Christ to defend me and my wishes forever, be it just for me to say so, I can admit it!

“I adore Christ,” she continued for herself, “ as long as He follows the urges that tell me I'm supreme even though I'm soul sold!”

Christ seemed to answer, she thought, that He was into admiring her too, as long as she admitted that He was “the paradise to be thought of, for just as long as one cannot be free from all responsibilities of the worldly life!”

Thereby Linda amused herself a little for the sake of telling herself Jesus was with her even in that, and then she felt she had to call her boyfriend in order to satisfy him just a little about her being into new kind of views on lifestyle and ethics, perhaps. With her vagina still open for it, she reached the phone and her boyfriend. “Hello, Ben!” she said when he answered.

“Hello darling!” he answered.

She smiled inwardly and said. “I just wanted to call you to make sure you're alright, and to see to it that it'll be forever you and I, you know.”

“Why, thanks honey,” he answered, and she felt her cunt expose itself for the illusion that he was the only man she adored.
  

Chapter four

The next day, Linda went to the library, where she borrowed two books. One of them was about seeing to it that one's boyfriend was steady about belief in that one was about him and nobody else. It was titled “Junior Esteem of Having a Boyfriend” and seemed to be about what she really hoped to learn about seducing men. The other one was entitled “Homecoming Queen” and seemed to say enough for her about how to feel good and honourable while being unfaithful.

The librarian looked suspiciously at her when she borrowed the books. She answered by giving him a glance of amusement and then looking at his penis for the while it took for him to register the books on her account. He returned the glance before finishing it, and then noticed her looking down there. It was probably fairly amusing for him, she thought, knowing, somehow that he had noticed. Then she looked up.

He seemed ignorant, just the same, of that she had tried the flirt of actually looking at it, she thought. “Thereby, I can perhaps be looking at more penises,” she said to herself.

While leaving the library she spotted some old man trying to be into staring at her. She immediately saw to it that he was to be thought about (by her at the very least) as the imbecile of the town. The assumption she had was that her own thoughts would become self-fulfilling prophecies that would eventually crush that creep of a someone, who didn't feel that he was too old to adore her!

She then went home and started reading the first book. It said that she aught to rebel against them just a little, so that they could feel that her attitude would be revealed already, if she had one. Reading this and some other tricks, she turned the pages of the first two chapters. After having done it, she went downstairs and looked out the window. On the street outside there were a couple of young boys playing soccer. Pondering on them she went to her kitchen and took a glass of wine, upon which she went outside and said: “You two boys should not see it in me to pretend that ball should be played like that!” after which she smiled and held up her glass, which was still half full.

The boys paused their game and looked at her. It seemed to her that they were brothers, one around twelve, the other in his early teens. The twelve-year-old answered: “How should we play ball then, miss?!”

She held up her glass and drank a sip. I'll show you guys when you've got the guts to see me upstairs!” after which she drank the rest of the wine in it.

“I could guess you were after that kind of a thing,” the older boy said. “What were you doing just before you opened that front door of yours?”

“Oh, I don't care to tell you all I've been into! I just felt like telling the two of you to take a ball the way they take it when they find themselves to be attractive!”

“I don't like her!” the younger boy said.

His brother sneered. Then he looked at her and said: “You better go in there or we will tell people that you're into young boys!!”

She looked at him in astonishment, and said: “How dare you speak to me like that, when all I want you to do is to find out about becoming a man to be reckoned with as the guy to look up to for other guys!”

He looked troubled, but retorted: “I guess I can't fancy you to be anything else but that dumb woman who things she can get me by just harassing my ass!”

“OK, I'm an old lady who wants a young man! Or you should look in that school book of yours to find that I am not your friend to be had without that being another type of man in you! So, kids, I think you should fancy now, to get of my street and stay of it until I sober up, because now I'm about to feel that you two should be viewed as imbeciles from now and on!”

“I can fancy you seeming to be the kind of a bitch that doesn't see me as I have a right to play on this empty street that is ours as well as yours!”

She glared at him. “Oh, really!?”

He giggled. “Yeah!” he sneered.

She thereby returned into her home, and hoped the boys would not start any rumours about her. Before she returned to her bedroom she glanced quickly out the window and saw the two boys playing their soccer again. She stood there for a few seconds and cursed them a little, without feeling there was any notion of smartness to doing that, but even so, she felt relieved after having done it.
  

Chapter five

“To the extent she wanted it,” Linda's friend said Linda, “she would have shared her apartment with him at any time, because he was eager to be with her, and she was to be seen, he seemed to be feeling, as the one and only for her!”

“Thanks, Jenny!” Linda said. Then she looked at her watch and added: “I think it's time for me to go see my boyfriend. But tell that fellow that you, I, he and perhaps some other people should be having a party. where perhaps my boyfriend, but perhaps someone else, should feel sympathy for himself about the efforts he made for loving his fiancé so very much!”

“I'll try to tell him that sort of a thing, then, Linda.”

“Good! Then you and I should perhaps be into trying to pretend as if something about their repertoires or something like it - for the sake of feeling satisfied with our own esteems, I mean!”

Jenny giggled. “OK, let's do that!”

Two weeks later, Linda had managed to arrange that her boyfriend thought she needed to visit some relative out of town, and that he used that as an opportunity to go visit his mom, who lived quite far away. Today she and Jenny was going to have a party! To that party, they had arranged, there would come mostly blokes, but also a few more females whom they could seem to be into caring about more than the men there - if necessary, they had figured.

At the party the two girls both screwed with more than one guy each. Jenny satisfied herself with three male guest, while Linda had five. They both pretended that the guys were all so horny that they had not had any choice but to let them be male enough to screw the two of them and/or some of the other guys or girls at this party.

For the sake of seeming innocent they also pretended afterwards go both have been raped, by people they didn't know. Jenny asserted about Linda the lie that she had run into trouble about some guy stealing her wallet, so that she could not travel and see that old lady she had intended to visit. They thereby cried before people they knew, eventually including Jenny's fiance.

Eventually, though, both of them admitted that they had been too horny to stay away from foul play for having sexual encounters. They were not into being sexually advanced, they both lied, but their lives had been so affected by the men who later turned up at the party that they couldn't quite resist their manipulation. In this, they had the absolute notion about themselves as innocent, as long as there weren't any absolute safety for them against being revealed as yearning for evil and sex as an absolute against that Jesus or something reveal their longings as bad enough to be set aside from His friendship.

To the extent they were discovered, they would either blackmail the person who knew it about them, or have it they would not be talking about them, thanks to the devil in them both, they figured. It was not yearning for the devil per se that put Linda aside from wanting to go to heaven, but it was yearning for viewing herself as supreme although she was not. Most of all it was about yearning for having herself seem dignified while being into evil that she wanted to believe was good in the Jesus sense.

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