Amber and I parted ways almost a year ago, about the same time Mary-Jean and I did the same. I was maintaining a weird relationship with the two in the sense that I used one to get my mind off the other. When Amber was fronting for me, I went to the ever accessible, ever welcoming Mary Jean.
Mary-Jean always had time for me and took me places id never had access to within my subconscious, she was dangerous, deadly to me, but an ever constant companion whenever I needed her the most. She’d make me forget all about Amber and for the short while it lasted I always felt good. But like all good things which must finally come to an end, our sessions together were always short, our burning passion was always interrupted by time and may be the wind, and when she‘d leave, she’d tuck me in bed before she went.
Amber helped me repress my carnal urges, it was unlike what I had with Mary-Jean, soft, yielding, accepting movements ensued between us and sparks went off wildly in my brain. She was my tangible drug; one I could see feel, touch and hold. She however was not available on demand. I had to resort to all sorts of trickery and devilry to lure her to me and the reward was usually worth the hassle.
A year later and I’ve parted ways with both women, both with bountiful substitutes around me but nothing beats the real thing. I could get to Mary Jean but I had grown tired of her wear-and-tear-then- disappear-after-a-good-time tactics. The result was a gradual degradation of my mind.
But through it all I persevere, whoever said rehabilitation was easy? What doesn’t kill me will make me stronger in a way I believe. I shall emerge from the dust of battle as a victor wrapped in a god-like aura, a sentient being that reproduces through mitosis only and is immune to emotional bullshit. Cheers :)
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