The White: The Sequel to The Rape, Based on a True Story Options

[Suijen]

The chill March night sent a shiver down my spine.

It was the kind of shiver that reminded me why I was outside in the evening cold, waiting for the dark to encompass the park. I bowed my head down and, with my hands in my overcoat pockets, I withdrew away from the cold.

I rocked slightly back and forth, impatiently, waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting until I heard the sweet voices of angels. I turned slightly to my left.

There were two of them, walking with their arms joined together, giggling about nothing important. They were so carefree, so full of life, so beautiful and so sweet that I knew it would be these two.

I stood up, and walked towards them, an easy gait with my head bowed down to avoid eye contact. My spine shivered with a sense of anticipation and excitement. As their laughter became clearer, crisper, and closer, I could feel my heart pumping, pumping itself with joy.

My eyes looked up slightly. So beautiful...so sweet, and I felt guilty for what I was about to do. But my body shivered once more, shivering because it hungered for those two sweet angels.

My pace and heart quickened, closer...closer...as the scraping of my boots became more apparent, it started to drown out their sweet voices. Their features became clearer, and their sweet innocence radiated to me. They became more and more beautiful as my heart felt as it was going to rip out from my chest.

Suddenly, my hands instinctively reached out from my pockets and grasped the lining of my coat. The sudden movement alerted one of the angels as she glanced slightly towards me, but by then it was too late.

I pulled my jacket apart, exposing myself to the cold March wind. The shiver...the shiver returned, and my beating heart filled my body with the sweet chill of ecstasy.

Their sweet, beautiful eyes widened, and they let out the sweetest scream. What a beautiful scream.

The ecstasy rushed throughout my body, filling me up with bliss and warmth against the March cold as I stood victorious against it.

My eyes were closed as I soaked it in, the shiver, the sweet, and the ecstasy.

That is...until I felt it. The hard feel of an instrument on my penis.

They were giggling again, and I opened my eyes to see what had happened. They had drawn a : ) on the head of my penis with a permanent marker.

My eyes widened, my penis became limp, and I stood speechless. My eyes stared at the giggling angels, looking for an answer. They laughed.

"Silly Asian man! Don't you know anything? The Jewish controlled media portrays you Asian men as asexual losers! We white women find you Asian men emasculated, so you don't intimidate us!"

I felt something heavy press against my back as I collapsed onto the ground, defeated. As the truth sunk into me, I felt the ecstasy and the warmth leave me, exposing me to the cold.

I had never felt more cold, more naked before in my entire life.

Then I went home and jerked off to Japanese porn. The end.

This post has been edited by Suijen: Mar 14 2009, 07:12 AM

[FrenchVanillaNYC]

Roffle.

[miss_merisha]

LOL! That's so funny.