It seemed at the time, however, to have been going on for my entire life to that point, in my warped and warping sense of the new reality. Then, one of her telling me she was marking me in multiple ways before sending me back “to that fucking bitch”, referring to Cindy. Xxnx But even when I was at a greater remove from an Amber-inspired ejaculation itself, I felt similar, as if discovering I was adrift in an unknown universe, with different scientific laws and different gravity. It also made me aware of how guarded I needed to be in my thinking, should any thought enter my mind other than one that Amber allowed there, although the longer I was next to her, the fewer of my own thoughts I seemed to have, all of mine being squeezed out by either her thoughts or my thoughts
