Sigh.
Moral Degradation. That's what has happened to me.
I can't believe I just finished what I did, and enjoyed it too.
The fact that I enjoyed it is the part that stings the most right now.
Honestly, the enjoyment came easily and naturally, without any real resistance from inside me.
I let it happen, and I leaned into it.
I wanted more of it while it was happening too. That willingness feels like a celestial fall.
A soft, steady slide away from the person I used to be. In my former world none of this would have been possible.
Fucking with cute girls I just met? Several of them? Appearing in a tribe where men are scarce are sperm was needed?
Being one of a rare type of people that comes only once in many years?
Not at this scale or this intensity, and not the complete lack of hesitation.
On earth, everything stayed small and contained to me, just polite.
