Sexual Wooing Energy: A Raunchy Evil Sick Joke, Satan & God, XOXO

Is sexual wooing energy designed by Satan?

Or is it with God's permission, and he uses it to his advantage, but it spreads evil.

Sexual wooing energy, when used on a woman or Rachel specifically, makes her gungho about pleasing the subject.

Now, the part I want you to understand of my story, 2019 September, an awkward special month. I saw Jason thinking in my picture of him, I might be happier if I marry Rachel.

Then I told him.

There's something wrong with this. Reading other people. Then telling them.

Leavenworth, Washington. A roast of the host of the coast, toast? Post on, until then.

Hey, what I was going to point out was, I got lost in a fantasy when I noticed this, or it was already happened that gave me permission.

This was a private fantasy. Jason shouldn't have known about it, unless he can feel when I pull at him in the mattress. Actually, it's not if, it's to what degree, he proved to me he notices.

So, Rachel saw Jason thinking about marrying Rachel, then Rachel got caught up fantasizing... It was about living some sort of sexual dream, with the uber babe Jason who was just so fucking hot it bothered everyone... Hate, new word for you bimbo.

Rachel tried to explain it to Jason the best she could. There were never any guys who wanted me, besides a couple or a few and Matthew of course. No one, there was no lively experimentation with sex, I was never popular sexually. I didn't experience proper adolescence.

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As I come down from the sexual wooing energy cocoon of raw sex energy, I see that a woman being as forceful as I was about this, (which to me sounded like repeatedly saying, we could and should check out this sexual situation between us, and him not wanting to live a little and paying attention to his marriage vows.

Actually, there was a plan in case Jason changed his mind and married me. The mission would go somewhere else then.

Miss Ethics Seeks Pleasure in the Form of Facebook Status Tirades, Whimsy Astounds

My life, I can't predict. I don't understand why I should eat every day. I eat every single day. If there are rumors that I am a pig, I have gone out to restaurants alone when that was the only activity on this shit ass plane that excited the nerve endings, granted my social handicap prevents me from feeling like I can connect with others. Also, I can't talk about things that are important to me because everything involves character and people get pissed when I talk about character, to themselves and I have to think about it because of Subbie. Other than that, damn I hate restaurants. Like, God damn. I hate even more ordering from Grubhub, but my brain requires fuel. I have to make an effort to withstanding the haughty taughty naughty gagging smells of restaurants, God they irritate me like a shitty perfume smelling like delish in your kish sandwich with fries, yuck. If I go out, it would be to a coffee shop, because coffee shops are not included with most restaurants. I hate restaurants, and if I'm a pig to you, you're actually the more pig-like one because I have freedom from food fixation, but I have to eat sometimes like everyone. In that way, I'm more human than all of you, because I have transcended the belief that food is the ultimate satisfaction. The ultimate satisfaction to me is death, wink wink nudge nudge, Aaron.