The Smell of Lust
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They are are all around me. They can sense that I am different, This I can
tell by looking at them. It is so painfully obvious. They wish to corrupt
me: to make me like them.

I will not let that happen.

They see my glowing innocence and they are shamed for themselves. They would
like me to be like them so that they are not reminded of their sins.

I can smell it on them. I can smell lust and lechery on each and every one
of them. The smell makes me sick.

In a supermarket I cannot even buy fruit anymore so much is their harassment
of me. "I see you like cherries," one will say. "Fine looking melons," they
will let me overhear. "G-d d---, there's no hard tofu left, I hate the soft
stuff," behind me. An especially nasty one of them will say simply
"Lettuce." I am revolted.

I can feel their jealous rage at my celibacy. I will not give them the
satisfaction of surrendering that lofty position. I shall follow the spirit
and wisdom of Newton who died with his greatest achievement being retaining
his virginity.

One of them is near. I know it. The smell of sex lies heavy in the air like
lingering aroma of smoldering tobacco. There she is now I can see her. She
pretends not to look at me, but I know she watches from the corner of her
eye. I can look at these askance glances and see into their thoughts.

This one is hot and dripping with her fantasy of stealing my pride. She
imagines restraining and raping me in several ways. She wants me in her
cunt, she wants to violate my rear. I can smell this desire upon her. I
smirk safe in the knowledge she will meet with disappointment.

Yesterday one of them, a male of unnatural desires, forced me off a bus. I
sat in the window seat and he sat down beside me. I had my guard down and
did not notice the signs at first, but then I noticed. His leg touched mine.
He was imagining lying next to me in the nude. He wanted to fuck my mouth
and suck my body fluids. Slowly the stench of his lust was making me sick.
Then he moved his hand and brushed my shoulder. I could stand no more of his
fantasized debauchery and rang to get off the bus. I stood immediately,
slapped him, and moved to wait by the exit. He screamed aloud his dream of
taking me anally. I quietly told him his dreams could not be and exited two
stops before I had planned. I could feel them all on the bus sharing in his
perverse thoughts after he voiced them. I saw the bus driver -- via a
reflection in a store window -- stare at the man's proposed port of entry as
I left the bus.

I threw up almost at once.

They do not know it but I have uncovered their conspiracies and I will keep
my body fluids safe from this lecherous thirst. I know the "Eye Our Ass"
exists for the Government sanctioned rape of the citizenry. I know that 6x9
is not the meaning of life but is a sin of life. I know that courts
symbolize themselves as scaling a blind woman. I know that our icon of
liberty holds a burning torch.

I will protect myself from it all. They do not realize that I can smell it
out.