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Okay, you've read it? Yes? Good. On one level, pet goats at least, I wish I could tell you all about the wild and sexy romps I have had, constantly being pursued by my own image, ever in danger of being blindsided and dragged off and fucked senseless by a mirror of myself. It would make for more fun reading than what has actually happened, that's for sure. Because, dear reader, whom if I had seen you across a crowded bar I would probably have made a move on if I were drunk or confident enough, I have to tell you that I am in hell. And I can see only two ways out
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It was the height of summer, and I was at a beastiality galleries thumbnail gallery opening in an arts centre in the middle of the city. Not one of mine, but a friend who I'd been putting off forever and who I owed so many favours to that I couldn't turn this one down. I had my usual armour of heavy shades, and I was drinking sparingly so as to keep my toilet visits down to a minimum. I knew people were remarking on my new subdued behaviour and were probably putting it down to being a reformed character, or some shit like that. I was reformed, but not out of any new maturity. It was more because, for my own protection, I had to be. I couldn't be caught being bent over a ladies' room sink, my skirt hitched up over my waist and my panties around my ankles, having my arse licked out by my own mirror image. It would, as the saying goes, lead to talk free horse fucking thumbs donkey kong 64
I was being quiet and free live animal sex well-behaved and polite and abstemious. The usual crowd were there, society journalists and Arts Council suits and half-pissed colleagues and corporate fuckwits, and every time one of them was introduced to me they had a look of faint shock that I wasn't falling over drunk or sneezing rocks of badly cut coke out of my nose. The new Keli was much more approachable but, I could tell, far less newsworthy. Let's not forget that I hadn't produced any new work in months, because every time I sat in front of a mirror my image would carry me off and fuck me senseless. The Dusseldorf people had long since ceased leaving uptight messages on my phone and had taken to sending me lawyers' letters.
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"Chris does publicity here," said Abi. iditarod dog sled race I was face to face with a woman in her late twenties with short and rather untidy brown hair, large pale eyes and a longish nose, smiling at me, tired from a long day at work, with that obscurely unhealthy pallor of someone who spends all her time in an office. She was wearing a jacket that was tightly buttoned over a low-cut t-shirt revealing a discreet amount of cleavage, and black trousers that I could see straight away were not as designer as she hoped they were. She had a nice body, as far as I could make out, and was attractive in an uncertain, diffident, boyish kind of way; I had the impression that if she had brothers, her particular sort of good looks would make total sense in them, but in a woman they seemed a little confused and...unrealised pet supermarket
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My legs felt pygmy goat pet shaky and I was suddenly aware of what a stupid pretentious tart I must have looked like, standing in the bar of the arts centre with my sunglasses on after the sun had gone down, dressed up to the nines in my vastly expensive t-shirt and jeans and boots, agonisingly conscious of the pimples I had hastily covered up with makeup, humiliated by my ratty black thatch of hair. I had only ever loved myself, and I'd loved myself so much that I'd brought my own image to life, but this was quite different. It wasn't that Chris was my personal living incarnation of sexual nirvana. That, of course, was me. It was that my heart pounded painfully in my chest and all I wanted was to be somebody who she would find worth noticing. It was like I had been given a brief glimpse of the whole course of her life, with all its pains and disappointments and frustrations, and then been told on the highest authority that if I ever wanted to justify my pathetic existence on this planet, then I should devote the rest of it to devising ways to make her happy.
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Attentive readers will be laughing at me by now. We animal love farm know by now who my type is: it's me, right? Yes. Chris was – and I have to struggle to be even close to objective about it – a perfectly attractive woman, but not the kind of insolently sexy fuckmonster I had always been attracted to before, someone like Abi, for example. But I didn't give a shit. I just loved her, from that first moment of seeing her. I felt like a door had opened, and I had quietly and devastatingly been offered a route into the infinitely frightening real world of love and responsibility. And every remaining part of me that felt even vaguely human was desperate to take it
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For the first big zoo long distance time in my life, I couldn't think of a single intelligent or even vaguely interesting thing to say. I stood there, dumbly twiddling with my wine glass, while Chris looked around the room, clearly searching for someone who could rescue her from the notorious psycho fuck beast before her
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Beastility "No problem sir," the salesman repeated, again holding his palms out and bouncing on his toes. "Allowing you to look through our inventory is just how we do business here at _Slave World._ Please allow me to show you some of our best values today." "Well," Ethan stammered, knowing that there was no way in hell that he could afford to buy his own slave girl. "I suppose," he answered just to appease the pushy salesman.
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