>>213524840 (OP)>>213526436Thomas Jane movie
Far flung future, humans are well maintained, immune to everything, so places are left wet and dirty. People have been around long enough self maintenance is a rare occasion. They perform. Share company. Stay dirty and accrue character like a dog. A set of clothes worn for decades, additions making them elaborate. But dirty. Sex prevailed. Preserved as people were finalised. Thank fuck for that. Something to live for. Mind too. Evolution would have got rid of them both. Or enemies making slavery, ration it out to make them connected. No chains but their wants and needs, themselves. Saved from that. Military expansion didn't want to risk stumbling into something it can't handle. Took a break. And went to sleep.
Soldiers lounge, doing drugs of information. New ways of seeing things. Champions who still make stories. Showing them off. Proud of scars risking their lives. Like tattoos when they were pirates. Parasites wiped out but their spirit is patronised. Perversion pushed for a little while, eternally out of character to take up the role. People fuck. Soul in them. Well treated. No anal. Private. People turn a blind eye when soldiers can't be bothered finding somewhere un frequented. Bob wearing hooker for heroism acted bobs her head on a hero. Licks up and down cock. And head held by hand. Up for a kiss. Back on, on, not licked, does nothing. It all does nothing. Pussy fuck. She takes off her coat. Back stroked. They stop half way through. And stay her head sideways against his, and against his chest. Has to let it out to get comfortable. Wanks as talks. He doesn't hear. Deaf. Batteries are out. They won't be swapped for the foreseeable future. Haven't been for several weeks. He thinks better like everything is a presentation. He's out of it. Music has it's time. Sometimes it's better to hang onto a moment any way you can. Circulated in silence in his head. Dream seen with eyes seperate. Prevented from infecting it.
