The Mirai Trunks Complex

Hello delicious ones;

Before you enter this tale of intrigue, romance, jealousy, and power struggle, I must warn you of the following things: I wrote this two years ago so my writing has far exceeded the seduction of the words you will soon read so understand that critiquing my spelling and grammer will only anger me.

Secondly, I've got more than a serpent tongue; sharp, dagger-like hands that will type you into oblivion.

Third, I only reposted this on another site besides ff.net because, well, Camaro kind of insisted I should. I'm looking to make my big comeback this year.. ready to shock your jaded minds on this site.. ready to cause rumor and intrigue, horror and gossip. Maybe even get laid by some of the beautiful talented people out there. Ahh, I know.. it's wrong to give you hope.

But sit back and listen..because this is one extraordinary tale of a familiar love that Freud once remarked upon; the love between family, between mother and son, and sometimes what happens when that love's boundaries become blurred and fantasy becomes the reality.

There is no turning back once you click "next," so be sure what you get into. Once you read, your thighs will moisten, your throat will clench, your heart will be torn in two. You'll feel and ache in ways you never thought you could for such subject matter... and you'll love it too. No matter what, I gaurantee that you'll never hold against me that it was not beautifully written.

Because things like this don't come around very often... and not this sculpted, not this well approached.

Salud and enjoy. Unbutton your jeans and let yourself get lost in the moment. It's alright.

No one's watching.