The Brutal Nipple Murder with Gabriel
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I’ve always loved the name Gabriel. Not just because it’s my father’s name — he’s already dead — but because it’s a magnificent name that embodies both an excellent life force and the sublime. It represents the healing power of nature, like a positive alpha male figure such as Simba from The Lion King, and sacredness beyond this world — divinity and obsession. A lover named Gabriel seems like a wild, threatening experience, yet sweeter than honey. I never thought it possible to find myself in this euphoric state, falling into a romantic relationship with a lover bearing the same name as my father; so, when I met Gabriel Abadi at the bar in the exotic “The Trip” night club, I felt like I was entering an exceptionally wild and daring adventure. Something about his rugged appearance excited me to the extreme, and when he told me his name, I realized I was transcending into an intense, incomprehensible, erotic state. I knew without a doubt that with this one-of-a-kind guy, I would reach new heights of orgasmic explosion. It turned me on immensely. While chatting in the dark club, I realized I had to be careful with my words not to miss out on an electrifying hookup with this muscular, dark-skinned, sweet beauty standing before me like a young bull in a leopard-print shirt and gold chains. I felt even more skimmed and weary than I was.
To be continued.
