How did you lose your virginity?
His memories are dominated by the voices. Never shock and suprise at knowing what people thought, but a memory of disbelief that not everyone knew what everyone else was thinking. No idea of walls, of boundaries, to keep the voices out.
Sex... sex was the graphic, lurid thoughts that haunted his mind. The thoughts of the man next door, watching the schoolgirls on their way to school. His parents, behind closed doors, the girls on the street giggling over teen magazines, the boys on the corner with their rough voices and the smell of smoke. Sex was in the thoughts of everyone around him, everyone in his short range when he was younger, and he knew the rhythm and the feel of it in mind long before body.
When he was older, sex drowned out the voices in his head, made him focus on just one and the here and now and the visceral reality of his body instead of the incessant flood of voices in his head. More and more voices, whispering about the pleasures of pin and children and flesh and blood and cold and a thousand and one other kinks, until he couldn't tell what perversion was his.
Mind raped before his body, and he can't remember exactly when he lost his physical virginity, or if the memories are even his.
Really, and they call telepaths voyeurs. Obviously, they've never come across you lot to see such questions.
Would it please you all to write my experiances here on screen? Black font on a white background, describing erotic deeds like what it feels like to be in another person, become almost part of them. Blood heat wrapped around flesh, or feeling the scorching heat of someone else inside you. The feel and sound of flesh against flesh.
I can go one better then that. Give me a chance, and I can give you the memories, make you feel what happened.
Now doesn't that sound like an offer you don't want to miss?
Sex... sex was the graphic, lurid thoughts that haunted his mind. The thoughts of the man next door, watching the schoolgirls on their way to school. His parents, behind closed doors, the girls on the street giggling over teen magazines, the boys on the corner with their rough voices and the smell of smoke. Sex was in the thoughts of everyone around him, everyone in his short range when he was younger, and he knew the rhythm and the feel of it in mind long before body.
When he was older, sex drowned out the voices in his head, made him focus on just one and the here and now and the visceral reality of his body instead of the incessant flood of voices in his head. More and more voices, whispering about the pleasures of pin and children and flesh and blood and cold and a thousand and one other kinks, until he couldn't tell what perversion was his.
Mind raped before his body, and he can't remember exactly when he lost his physical virginity, or if the memories are even his.
Really, and they call telepaths voyeurs. Obviously, they've never come across you lot to see such questions.
Would it please you all to write my experiances here on screen? Black font on a white background, describing erotic deeds like what it feels like to be in another person, become almost part of them. Blood heat wrapped around flesh, or feeling the scorching heat of someone else inside you. The feel and sound of flesh against flesh.
I can go one better then that. Give me a chance, and I can give you the memories, make you feel what happened.
Now doesn't that sound like an offer you don't want to miss?