More sciency fiction.
Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare
Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
This is Moojor Tom to Ground Control
I’m stepping through the door
And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
Do you remember a guy that’s been
In such an early song?
I’ve heard a rumor from Ground Control
Oh no, don’t say it’s true
Oh Nonny No
I see the mice in their million hordes, Nonny.
So I’m happy; hope you’re happy too.
Best wishes
S
They got a message from the Action Man
“I’m happy, hope you’re happy too
I’ve loved all I’ve needed, love
Sordid details following”
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Moojor Tom’s a monkey
Strung out in heaven’s high
Hitting an all-time low
The shrieking of nothing is killing………
It would be quite fair, and interesting, to arrange some kind of competition, to see who is the man, and who the clone
They might all be clones. All the real men are gone.
Sex doll robo companions. She demands So many times a day. Exhausted. Begging her for no more. Sexual paradise turned into hell.