wanted. But temptation and addiction will ruin you if you let them overpower you. Don’t doubt your ability. Be confident and take what you want. And you can have everything your heart desires.”
By now, Sandra and I were face to face. Our lips only inches apart and our eyes locked together. Diana’s hands moved down my back and I could feel her breasts pressing against my back.
The music began to pulse in rhythms through me. Diana began to slide her body down me with each guitar note, making her way into my heart of darkness. I could feel her curves wrap into me, slicing through my resistance. Shaking with the tambourine, Sandra pulled me into her clutches. Her wet lips pushed into mine. Her tongue swirled in circles, beckoning my touch as the music spoke to me.
“This is the end, beautiful friend.
This is the end, my only friend the end.”
Jim Morrison’s haunting voice came back from the dead to fill my senses. The music was our rhythm, slow curving bodies rounding together as one in passionate embrace.
“Of our elaborate plans, the end.
Of everything that stands, the end.
No safety or surprise, the end.
I’ll never look into your eyes…again.
Can you picture what will be,
So limitless and free…
It was like a movie, so perfect. So playful. So artful and delectable. Moans of pleasure escaped into the air, breath that could be seen taking form in the smoke, like creatures moving through the air, intertwining forms of love, lust and desire. My desires echoed in the music, which penetrated the air with truth.
“Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand,
In a…desperate land.”
Colors flashed in the pounding of the drums, of newly naked bodies, turning from passionate to primitive. Guttural groans of the deepest pleasure emanated from me. I was the Emperor. I was the King. I was in control, in command. And I felt that power surging through me like I was invincible. Incredible. Unstoppable!
“Lost in a Roman…wilderness of pain.
And all the children are insane.
All the children are insane!”
Screams of pleasure burst out my women. With each thrust, each taste, each touch! Louder and louder. Bigger and better.
Primal nature arose intensely in the smoky air, building through the echoes, the screams and the music. Pounding with the drumbeats, we reached an unforgettable climax that I can still taste now. It’s on my lips with my morning coffee. It’s part of me now. I can’t explain it fully, but these women gave me power. They gave me strength. They gave me confidence.
Whatever it was? It’s in me now. I felt it enter me, like a rush of wind as I exploded with a primitive caveman grunt that said I OWN YOU! I’m going to carry that power back to Uphir and crack open this case. Nothing can stop me!
I am THE EMPEROR!
SATURDAY DECEMBER 11, 2010
AUDIO LOG:
DECEMBER 11 or 12? 2010 - 3:00 PM
“This is Eddie Hansen, back at the Uphir Behavioral Center with Doctor Allen Haworth. It is Saturday, December 11, exactly three pm. And we are discussing my re-admittance into…”
Dr. Haworth interrupted, “It’s the twelfth.”
“Excuse me?”
“Today is Sunday, December twelfth,” Haworth stated emphatically.
“No it’s not.”
“We expected you back Friday night. But you said you were going to spend the weekend in El Paso with your girlfriend.”
“No. No,” I told him. “I came here. I was only gone one night.”
“It appears two,” Haworth replied confidently.
I could feel my blood boiling, but I needed to
By now, Sandra and I were face to face. Our lips only inches apart and our eyes locked together. Diana’s hands moved down my back and I could feel her breasts pressing against my back.
The music began to pulse in rhythms through me. Diana began to slide her body down me with each guitar note, making her way into my heart of darkness. I could feel her curves wrap into me, slicing through my resistance. Shaking with the tambourine, Sandra pulled me into her clutches. Her wet lips pushed into mine. Her tongue swirled in circles, beckoning my touch as the music spoke to me.
“This is the end, beautiful friend.
This is the end, my only friend the end.”
Jim Morrison’s haunting voice came back from the dead to fill my senses. The music was our rhythm, slow curving bodies rounding together as one in passionate embrace.
“Of our elaborate plans, the end.
Of everything that stands, the end.
No safety or surprise, the end.
I’ll never look into your eyes…again.
Can you picture what will be,
So limitless and free…
It was like a movie, so perfect. So playful. So artful and delectable. Moans of pleasure escaped into the air, breath that could be seen taking form in the smoke, like creatures moving through the air, intertwining forms of love, lust and desire. My desires echoed in the music, which penetrated the air with truth.
“Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand,
In a…desperate land.”
Colors flashed in the pounding of the drums, of newly naked bodies, turning from passionate to primitive. Guttural groans of the deepest pleasure emanated from me. I was the Emperor. I was the King. I was in control, in command. And I felt that power surging through me like I was invincible. Incredible. Unstoppable!
“Lost in a Roman…wilderness of pain.
And all the children are insane.
All the children are insane!”
Screams of pleasure burst out my women. With each thrust, each taste, each touch! Louder and louder. Bigger and better.
Primal nature arose intensely in the smoky air, building through the echoes, the screams and the music. Pounding with the drumbeats, we reached an unforgettable climax that I can still taste now. It’s on my lips with my morning coffee. It’s part of me now. I can’t explain it fully, but these women gave me power. They gave me strength. They gave me confidence.
Whatever it was? It’s in me now. I felt it enter me, like a rush of wind as I exploded with a primitive caveman grunt that said I OWN YOU! I’m going to carry that power back to Uphir and crack open this case. Nothing can stop me!
I am THE EMPEROR!
SATURDAY DECEMBER 11, 2010
AUDIO LOG:
DECEMBER 11 or 12? 2010 - 3:00 PM
“This is Eddie Hansen, back at the Uphir Behavioral Center with Doctor Allen Haworth. It is Saturday, December 11, exactly three pm. And we are discussing my re-admittance into…”
Dr. Haworth interrupted, “It’s the twelfth.”
“Excuse me?”
“Today is Sunday, December twelfth,” Haworth stated emphatically.
“No it’s not.”
“We expected you back Friday night. But you said you were going to spend the weekend in El Paso with your girlfriend.”
“No. No,” I told him. “I came here. I was only gone one night.”
“It appears two,” Haworth replied confidently.
I could feel my blood boiling, but I needed to
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