/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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"Mother," I purposely let out a call of maternal interrogatory perplexity, "My succulent peanut butter and jelly sandwich, it calls out to me... An uncharacteristic trait of nourishment- a debasement of GOD."

"Son," a robustly succulent woman of my own flesh and blood beckons forth with immaculate jewelry covering her bosom and snake-like body, "Do you accuse me, your creator--- your... 'ARCHITECT', of vile witchcraft? Do not deny your accusation, as denial is not only a river in Egypt, but a pathos of inner indignation."

"But it is a grimy brunet, laced in inky contemptuousness, muttering only the blackened tales of a despondent race perpetuated solely by greed and pariahs..."

"Mother's love," the lascivious snake mutters out in utter delight.

"My Capri Sun..." I regale aloud, voicing my thoughts in a vane attempt at understanding, "For what purpose would such abhorrent craftmanship--- such shoddy bindings be woven about my beverage like a children's toy? The inside smells... ornery and perhaps--- disingenuously debaucherous?"

"My My... such verbose reasoning and admonishment for what amounts to love distilled to it's truest form. The observations of my flesh and blood only serve to recapitulate my interest in your newly acquired adoration of the female body. You are a budding rose in puberty, and I wish to venerate your interim beauty, perhaps even satisfy our mutual desideratum. Talk however, is cheap... actions speak louder than words?"

The progressively contentious snake lights up as if a predator about to lunge upon her her prey, relishing the hunt to the point that her amethyst skin glistens in sweat. The creature switches on a nearby television, catching me off guard in but a moment. For a brief flash, it appeared to be nothing more than a belly dancing tutorial for provocative purposes--- but my eyes merely write a check they dare not cash. A bait and switch, a fool I was, for my attention was deceivingly stolen as the seductive belly dancer in the video reveals herself to by my own inhuman progenitor.

It was at that moment, that the grinning purple grape snake tossed my person atop a water bed.

"But why? For what purpose is my person placed upon a water bed?"

The snake woman's golden gateway into her soul outshine the blackness around them, the circles of her eyes gleaming into my hormonal soul like an eclipsed moonlight. She slithers to me, and rests her slender fingers upon my person, then promptly points those expensive fingernails into my face. The odor of perfume mixed with pheromones and pulsing sweaty delight sweeps away my mind before she utters...

"Because you're a cherry float."

Apophis then clicks her tongue as she winks.