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Vorpy's having an incubus problem
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It was glorious.
We cannot misidentify one of the greatest IJBM threads ever, you know.
Truthfully, I can't even remember what actually happened in it.
^^^^Should I?
Or we can reenact it.
They make nice museum-pieces. However, you shouldn't try to re-enact them.
I wish we never broke up.
It was just sleep paralysis. I was just trying to mutate it into something magical, and start a conversation about my longing for children, but clearly I am not ready for that.
Wait, since when were you a lolicon?
It was an incubus. I'll prove it. I'll call up my local priest to do a walkthrough in my house to see if anything else pops up.
something magical, and start a conversation about my longing for
children, but clearly I am not ready for that."
It was an interesting conversation. I was entertained.
I am totally ready to have kids (kind of) adopted anyway. Having to teach them all the things they shouldn't do, and have them not listen to me anyway is the most annoying part of babies.
"No! don't draw on that!"
"grbagrbagrbagrba"
"Fuck."
So it could be him.
And if it was an Alien, then...I don't see how it could be considered sleep paralysis.
I would think they would bukakke over you afterwards or at least suck you up into their space sex harem fortress or their probing room. And aliens don't go completely invisible. They either have a cloaking device, or natural camouflage, or they are a minor variety of uncomprehensible, not to the point of being a horror.
Regardless, I would be pretty sure that I wouldn't be on the internet if it was an alien.
Although I probably would be after the aliens passed out from having sex with me, then I can get on their space broadband and tell you guys what happened and take pictures of it with space cameras. And post them in Fetishes, due to me being naked, because we all know, Aliens don't give a shit how expensive your shirts are or how expensive your Victoria's secret bra is, they will plasma-saw it off and go about their business, making alien grunting noises.
I need to practice, then. Otherwise, things are going to get awkward when I need to do it for real.