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My name is James Iron. I'm 18 soon to be nineteen. I live in bite-sized city in southern Canada. I go to a school for absentees, dropouts, and junkies and I'm in grade 12. I work at a restaurant in the back kitchen with beautiful women waitressing and cool fucking dudes that cook killer fucking everything and I enjoy spending time with everyone there. I'm six foot three and 175lbs of evil that lives and walks.
I'm Satanist and I've met a satanist woman at my high school. I was emptying my backpack in my guitar class looking for a highlighter and she saw Lavey's Satanic Bible in my backpack and talked to me. She was shocked that I was satanist because I don't play it up with satanic tattoos, jewelry, or clothing, and I don't openly discuss people's private beliefs. Given our rarity she said we had to spend time together to see how another satanist lives. We bonded and she likes speaking to me and spending time with me. I can see she's trying to figure me out like I'm this mysterious satanic angel in her life and she gets off hearing me talk. I'm so mysterious to her.
She has a lover, who she loves very much, but she tells me she's more attracted to me; explicitly telling me details of dreams and visions she's had with me when she's alone. Given how depressed she sounds as a person outside of when I'm with her I thought this boyfriend is doing a shitty job making his woman happy. When she told me she loved him, but had conflicting attraction for me, I kissed her dominantly in the middle of the day. She was so happy "Okay, now what I'm supposed to just go home to my boyfriend with al these things I want to do to you?"
I'm becoming a sort of Satanic cuckold to her now, she comes to school dressed for me, trying to get a reaction out of me. Oh boys, I've got my hands all over this vixen. This is my 1st blog, any other day I'd write about something else, but James' got this exciting lady under his finger. I have to go to guitar class now, where I sit with this hot hot hot girl in a dark recording room, wish me fuck! (+luck too)
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