Sex and the Narcissist

No holds barred and no strings attached
The only unnatural sex act is that which you cannot perform
Read about how the narcissist views and uses sex and how you are central in that
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I want you H.G. Tudor. You and me. Then you and me and her. Then you and me and him. Then you and me and all of them! Let’s eat them alive from behind. In every city. In every country. Let’s take over the world. Then the universe just like Lord Vader. Let’s bring Jordyguin. She amuses me.
Well, you have the outline of a plan, I will give you that.
I’m in. We need to fine-tune the plan!
After we’ve taken on the galaxy, one star system at a time, and then the Universe itself, we keep going further and further! Where there is neither beginning nor end!
We shall pass through portals of countless dimensions and conquer the dark matter itself!!!
Excellent addition to the plan, Jordyguin. (Rubs palms together)
We strike at dawn!
Dawn is here!!! Megan, priorities first: WHAT ARE WE WEARING?! 😱
The clock is ticking, the Universe is expanding, galaxies are colliding, reality itself is destabilising, and I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR! (closet explodes dramatically)
Do we need matching uniforms?
Or are we doing intergalactic Met Gala chaos?
Or are we undercover and in disguise?
Whose ship are we overturning first?
Does Elon Musk build one for us?
Or do we simply acquire one of those mysterious alien crafts from the news?
Calm down, Jordyguin! We are absolutely doing intergalactic Met Gala chaos. I’m thinking cyberpunk harness vests with deconstructed shrugs and enough dark matter trim to destabilize the front row.
Forget Elon, his ships are beige. We are hijacking one of those mysterious alien crafts from the news. Leave the closet debris behind! We strike now!
That’s enough fizzy pop for you today.
Captain, pass me the fizzy pop, please.
Megan is right! Dark-matter trim is best for destabilising. Scientific fact.
And we may need not just one of those crafts from the news, but their entire freakin’ fleet and the mothership as well.
Armageddon can’t have us. We have plans!
To the stars, Captain! 🚀🥤💫
Jordy, did I say dark matter? Silly me. Hand me that fizzy pop!
Our trim is actually made of dark energy, which explains why the front row is suddenly backing away from us so fast. 🤓