After receiving a nasty email from Patreon.com about my content and the displaying of it I felt before I lose content or am forced to retype all of my hard work, I should display what I have and ask you all to be patient with me as I continue to work on this story. I initally planned to tell this story in a 25 page sequentially ordered process, but do to escalating circumstances and the threat of losing the rights to my work due to Trust & Saftey violation terms of Patreon and never honestly being aware if I have fixed anything that has upset them. I will have to post most of the story here. https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/news/post/1068171
I liked Patreon.com because it presented the rare opportunity of charging people to view NSFW material of my creating and committing them to the process of choosing based on rates what they thought would be entertaining. That is at risk and I am not in the mood to write everything I have written all over again. So you all get the rare opportunity of reading what others have been asked to pay for. It would be nice if you sent me donations to pay-pal, through twitter, or my newgrounds account. If you wrote to me and said you wanted me to draw you for a fee, I would, things would and could work out nicely for us both. Until then, I hope you enjoy this introduction to “Bad Guy.”
Dream Weaver The Bad Guy Cover Art
After completing APT: 1012 https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/apt-1012-page-7-alternate-ending I was not sure where I should take the story of the Dream Weaver. My journals are primarily about the art and how it plays such a major factor in my life and how I’d love to make enough money from my art that I will never have to worry about being homeless ever again.
The thought of being without a studio, a steady diet, a steady flow of work, communication from all of you to file requests and produce stories to entertain you all is very stressful for me. I remember those cold wet nights, under bridges, in tents, miles away from civilization, fighting off cannibals in the night, just to find a place in the woods to sleep and meet the sun in the morning, only to do it again another day. That is no way to live and I don’t desire to do so anytime soon.
Materializing the dream that will keep you all entertained and allow my name to be upon every lip of the world all so one organization with the heart to entrust a few thousands thousand to me and allow me to open my own art school would really be nice you know. A real Cinderella story. I have my doubts of that happening anytime soon. Who would I get to work with me? Before all of that I could at least get a book published and gross millions from the proceeds. One sponsor for one book which features all of my friends with the prospect of being homeless because they have yet to make their dreams come true.
The story I am prepared to present is one about the Dream Weaver before he was a homeless vagabond. At least six months before he made the decision to search for vain glory in busking, working bars, and doing just about anything to pay the rent, and keep himself afloat with enough money to make him feel human. A time before he found himself arguing with dumpster divers about not eating garbage but believing in themselves enough to storm city hall and the Governors mansion and demand appropriate pay, decent rent and bread. A time before the 99 Percenters, or the harshness of this world created the Dream Weavers cemented froward brow.
A time when he met Nadia.
I felt like entitling this story ‘Bad Guy,’ because that is how everyone looked at the Dream Weaver at the time. While he was with Nadia. There was a six month period when his son’s mother “Tabitha,” https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2018/05/01/they-have-called-me-a-degenerate/ https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/dream-weaver-and-charlie-rocket called or texted him and he would not answer. When his friends tried to talk to him, he would become verbally abusive and because they had no intention of aiding him in his financial well-being, but considered living out of a hotel to be the thing to do to combat the growing Recession and lack of available employment or ideas of how to generate an income, He considered them all leaches and beneath him. Nadia was the only one he would let into his heart and she was a prostitute.
(The skyline of this cover art is that of Durham North Carolina. That is where this story takes place. North Carolina Central University. Home of the liberal arts college the Dream Weaver attended right before the Global Financial crisis of 2008. The Bull City.)
In most stories like this, you’d imagine New York City, or Kansas City Missouri, that is usually where you will find murder, drugs, prostitution, and violence in the daily paper. I chose to bring eyes upon Durham NC because of the lack of understanding presented by the denizens of other countries that turn a blind eye to the level of gang activity that permeates the American culture, especially in the black community. The historically black colleges.
This is as much Nadia’s story as it is the Dream Weavers. Before the days of the Stampeding Cannibals, and the mass of people dying from over food stamp consumption and the government no longer desiring to aid the nation’s poor, 2008 Financial Crisis, which gave justification to the already livid Head Hunting Communities to come out of the wood work and ban together with other degenerates in demanding fair treatment and equal rights, there was the jungle of the University Campus. Sword wielding Head Hunters with skulls tied to the ends of their scrunchies where swelling in mass and recruiting a lot of women to their cause, with promises of that one day when what they dream will come true, they just had to take a stand.
Before the days of the Dream Weaver carrying his gun to defend himself in the midst of these flare ups, There was Nadia.
Reference material for some of the characters featured in this segment of the story can be found https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/thief-of-void-the-dream-weaver-page-2 and https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/the-new-americanna
To begin this tale of the Dream Weaver, it should be understood that there was a six month period where, when his son’s mother called or texted him, he would not answer and when his friends tried to talk to him about his behavior, he would build verbally abusive walls and because they had no intention of aiding him in his financial well-being, but considered living out of a hotel, the thing to do to combat the growing Recession and lack of available employment or ideas of how to generate an income, he considered them leaches and beneath him. Nadia was the only one he would let into his heart and she was a prostitute.
((Authors Notes: I reflected a lot on the book of Hosea, in the bible, during the time Nadia Richardson was in my life. Believing if God could ask that of someone than he still holds a place in his heart for our experiences and expects us to care for the women in our lives, despite what they choose to do in the midst of a global financial crisis. I personally involved God’s guidance on this issue because in the midst of all the evil that can occur in this life time, what do you do when someone you care about, chooses to sell her body so she is not made to starve? What advice can you give that won’t drive her to worse forms of crime and what works better to keep your loved ones away from a premature death, a decaying sense of self-worth, adopting ideologies that condone the contracting of AIDS, and passing it on to countless others?
What brings people back from the darkness of this world than the understanding that no matter what happens their is someone out there willing to keep them out of prison, keep them from rape, keep them from sexual assault, keep them from even having to ask some no regard, “Will you be my pimp, my manager, and make sure this guy does not kill me after I collect my money?”))
I have come to realize I am not the only contemporary author who alludes to the existence of Cannibals, hidden deep in the forests of governmental regulated land. If you care to you can site the writings of Cullen Bunn (Venom) and art work of Adam Gorham (New Mutants: Dead Souls) creators of the hilariously horrifying tale. Punk Mambo! Or Tank Girl and a few more action packed comics that suggest due to food shortage, land grabs and Recession the inevitability of people desiring to eat one another is always on the edge of any known civilized metropolis and I don’t believe Durham North Carolina to be any different. Especially when you consider the starving families of the Appalachian Mountains and the endless mail delivered, asking for $1 donations to help feed and educated and cloth the starving. https://appalachianmountainministry.org/feeding-hungry-children/
I can say I am the first to allude to the notion of a connection between the #Metoo Movement and Cannibals in America, and with a little study I am sure something interesting will turn up.
((:Katrin Jakobsdottir http://www.pbs.org/wnet/amanpour-and-company/video/icelandic-prime-minister-katrin-jakobsdottir/ Icelandic Prime Minister: And a Head Hunter to boot, believes little can be said of the achievements made that allowed her to rise to fame. To her equality means overhauling the patriarchal voice in Parliament, in the work-space, and especially in our homes. Her statements on how private homes are managed is why I’ve connected the endorsement of U.N. regulations that encourage poverty and the condoning of Cannibalism with that of this push for defining ‘equality,’ to mean we all suffer uniformally, suggesting her applause of women no longer having to choose between being mothers and working aids in their quality of life and prevents poverty, staves off starvation and allows those in agreement with the Paris Accord to reap the benifits of mandatory parental paid leave. Which in most cases is just enough of an income to keep eviction notices at bay.))
After speaking to many people about the idea centered around the cause and origin of Cannibals and the most I have received as a response from people is the comfort of African fables, distant lands and their politics and something like that never happening in America, I am sometimes tempted to not disillusion them.
Cannibalism is not a very large topic of this project, merely a subdivision of evil brought to light in order to illustrate the very real implications of poverty. In the past I have alluded to the Dream Weaver’s awareness of this plague of humanity and I am returning to it because I hear so many comforted by America’s wealth that they refuse to acknowledge the existence of such evil or that the affect of Agenda 21 and the monies generated from movements as massive as the #MeToo would indeed be feeding this ideology that in the name of accepting Communism, has applied a foot hold into the American landscape.
I believe though I have not proven it, but the forcefulness of the indoctrination presented by the Anti-patriarchal and male guided families or the belief that children cost money and should not be produced beyond one and their collaboration with that of the LGBT communities whom feel their philosophy to the panacea to poverty, ecology, and economic or political upheaval. When the population exceeds a number justifiable by the Sodomitic and Gormanic society they are fed to the Cannibal arm, hidden in the fridge communities of the forests and dark woods.
China, known for it’s governmentally regulated population control tactics, used this same methodology in 1968, (( Scarlet Memorial: Tales of Cannibalism in Modern China is a book of reportage literature (baogao wenxue) by the Chinese novelist Zheng Yi (郑义; born 1947). Zheng and a group of writers under the joint pseudonym “T. P. Sym” translated and abridged it from the Chinese work 红色 纪念碑 Hongse jinianbei (Red monument; Taibei: Huashi, 1993). Zheng uses local government documents, eye-witness accounts and confessions to describe the factional violence and even cannibalism that occurred in the Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region (southeast China) in 1968 during the Cultural Revolution (1966–1976).[1] )) to cull the rebellion of those in rural farmers who demanded aid and food supplies and payment for their labor. I don’t believe America to have been far removed from implementing those tactics with the aid of a Communist-Democrat-Party at the helm of administrative control. I do not take reports as an excuse for those that that choose to eat people. In the midst of abject poverty, individual choices as to how we handle it is always something to admire about free peoples, but I will acknowledge the aptitude of a governing body not condemning the actions and holding the occurrences of such evil from the American public to stave off panic and revolt, that is always guarded against in the name of National Security by a governmental entity that enjoys using man’s aptitude for horrendous atrocities as a means to enact legislation and laws on it’s subjects.
Bad Guy: Page 2~ I’d Like To Introduce You To Nadia!
I was sitting around the dinner table and my friend from Aruba asks everyone at the table, “Is America Secure?” There was a deathly silence that you would not have heard before 2008’s Global Financial Crisis, and the bust of the Internet market place that occurred in 2000. For a decade that has been an un-answerable question, for those that are blind to the disparities, or choose to live in the bubble of the sycophant, that keeps them emotionally distant from talks of “Food Insecurity,” in America. The continued condolences of the #MeToo Movement for genocidal abortions, propagated as an economic safety net for the Millennial generation that believe less children in the world, means more wealth for themselves. For those that believe as Kamela Harris-(D) that prostitution is a good recourse during economic uncertainty to win her way into a Senate seat. America is perfectly secure and those that are not economically independent of government welfare, low paying jobs, or encroaching student loans to colleges that do nothing to aid in the employment or comfort of a citizen, simply have not taken advantage of the numerous opportunities to commit Federal Trade Commissions fraud to outwit the government and obtain wealth in the greatest country on earth.
(Is America Secure?)
Depends on which side of our stagnated economy you fall. Seeking to start a business? I don’t know where to tell you to establish yourself because there will be challenges everywhere. Seeking to work for someone? There are challenges with pay as well. Can you get by with one occupation? I think those days are over. Is it worth it to go to University and obtain a degree? Conservative media refuses to support Start-up tech companies and considers Twitter the devil, so that is 50% of the American economy inactive in the global or national market and just spending an hour in the mall will reflect this analysis. Is America Secure? Compared to what country, because at the moment they are all on edge.
Now the time I have spent sharing with you all about Cannibals and Head Hunters working together to assist in the push for the success of Agenda 21, which mind you is still an unverified theory and as I said before any desire to solve that mystery left me a long time ago. All I know is, Cannibals are real, as much as the contempt the #MeToo supporters have for men and as real as the pleasure given to a man by a prostitute.
Especially one as endowed as Nadia Richardson. Again I should stress that this is not a story about conspiracy theories or an adventure in which the Dream Weaver and Nadia seek to convert tribal Head Hunters into supporting them, and allowing them to do whatever it is a young man and a prostitute do in private. It is a story about how the Dream Weaver met Nadia and how they copped with the changes that occurred around them right before the GFC of 2008. I am almost tempted to run this question by my readers and see if any of them have had similar situations or can relate to some the issues I’ve already discussed and some of the surprises I have in store.
Desiring to test the relevancy of this project, I asked a friend of mine in the Philippines what he thought of this particular take and I can agree and feel there are many that think like him when it comes to some of the subtopics I present throughout the introduction. https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/dw-nadia-cover-page-bad-guy
I have always enjoyed the idea of a strong woman that can stand toe-to-toe with a man and aid him in his goal for success. There are several illustrations prior to this dynamic duo I’ve created to support this idea but I’ve never built a story around it before. Nadia Richardson, deserves her own story, and she is the kind of woman that can blast her way through her enemies and earn the respect her quick witt demands.
In this segment Nadia comes out of the wood work with a signature appeal of hers that I remembered about the real person. “Lets finish where we left off.” That insinuation, sets the stage for her flirtations and razing disposition. Even when she was angry, she’d find a place in her heart for the Dream Weaver and suck his dick out of kindness.
Her idea that their is no helping the disenfranchised, and the poor out of their dispare and it is best to become a stronger animal, though on the surface this keeps a person ahead of the storm, leaves you rather friendless. Nadia’s lack of tack and raw nature, though very attractive, gets the Dream Weaver in a lot of trouble he’d rather talk his way through as any lawyer would. Now he has to beat the opposition into submission.
I’ve spent a lot of time mulling over why a Prostitute would aid a man like the Dream Weaver, free of charge and to this day besides her appetite for the pleasures given by a man and the security that comes from his money and money given every time he is pleased, all I can surmise is Nadia was just good at her job and had the milking of a man down to a science.
Anything would have been better than being a carpet muncher to keep a roof over your head or dying in the woods quietly. Why not play around with the Dream Weaver?
There is no real reason as to why she appeared into his life. As random as she is depicted in this segment, she maintains this mysteriousness, throughout their association. She is a prostitute, but she refuses to be degraded for a lifestyle she has felt was placed upon her by circumstances, the greedy, and a desire to always win. Winning being determined by how much money you have and being able to afford to keep yourself from eating others or feeding your children the body parts of your neighbors. It could almost be asserted that she likes the Dream Weaver because of the security he provides but the third panel kind of confuses things. His fear of what she things is very much unlike the self-assured Dream Weaver. When he is not trying to explain away her caustic attitude he is dependable and she needs that.
Don’t we all?
Out of the Woods: Bad Guy Page 3
Page 3 of Dream Weaver’s “Bad Guy,” sets the tempo behind my reasoning for writing this story. For instance; Why would a prostitute like Nadia be compelled to aid the Dream Weaver, a man who was assaulting a Head Huntress and supporters of the #MeToo Movement? A Head Huntress that uses the promises of food, shelter and companionship to control the Cannibals. Page 3 poses this question and opens the door for me to use Kamela Harris (A Democrat member running for President, as target practice for the very real debate behind the continued support of theories like “intersectionality,” by those that think like her and use it to divide the male population from the female, while at the same time needing the male population to provide the wage that would make a stigmatized profession or the sex trade, in general, profitable.
I will continue to allude to these lines of questioning as long as men are made to suffer by the hands, slandering darts, backstabbing blades and lying tongues of Head-Hunting women or until someone can tell me how the destruction of the patriarch, male toxicity, and the male ego aids in the encouragement of profitable prostitution or the sex trade?
This would be a very serious reason for Nadia to get involved and aid the Dream Weaver and add humor to her claim of “Saving the Dream Weaver’s Dick, Free of charge.” More than twice mind you. In this tale of “Bad Guy,” the male archetype of the Dream Weaver and the female archetype of the prostitute Nadia are linked by the desire to remain economically relevant and successful in a dichotomy that would ideologically separate the sexes and pit them against each other.
The Head Huntress’s have little understanding of love. I can not imagine Cannibals loving one another either. Yet those that seek to push the agenda’s of the #MeToo, or deny people access to available food supplies, because they will not work for organizations that cannot distribute wealth effectively enough to stave off hunger and ebb the tide of famine, all of them demand love and understanding, in the name of peace.
When the head huntress asks Nadia why she aids the Dream Weaver, initially we would not presume a prostitute has the capacity to love and so that is not the given answer. It would also be asserted that I’d not have much else to say if I allowed her to claim love as a motivation in the first few pages. Of course if someone is willing to kill for you, would that not be defined as love?
Why is love alone not a good enough answer?
The libertarian: Will assert “Love,” to be an arrangement, it is methodically planned, and when it is good, both sides win.
The Conservative: Will propose love is sacrifice and because the woman is the weaker sex, the man is to give his all until his last breathe, for that is love.
Then there are those who believe love to be insignificant against the power of money and only through each partner aiding in the gaining of means can love be determined and when one slacks in the gaining of money then ones is slacking in the gaining of love.
There are many depths to the core of love, but because of the terms of convenience placed upon love, could Nadia truly end the conversation there alone? I did not think so.
Neither do I think it is fair to presume that the Dream Weaver was so charming that she could not resist. What does a young stallion really have to offer a married woman with children, prosperity, and her own drive toward success that is not defined by a man, especially one in his twenties and fourteen years her junior?
The biggest lie I’ve read from the Times Magazine was the August 5th 2019 edition which featured an article about the Democrat debate in which Kamela Harris walked all over Joe Biden over segregation issues. I have not chosen to verify the age of Kamela Harris. I don’t care if it’s true or not weather she was 5 and could remember the struggle to integrate American schools across the country. What I was upset about is the Times audacity to suggest that after the civil rights movement of the 60’s and the George Wallace debacle and the nationally televised, recorded, and documented proof of America racially integrating it’s schools based on federal law, the success of the law and all we’ve achieved as a nation to silence the ire that arrives when we discuss race relations; that anyone born after the 1960’s -born in the 90’s and watched every NFL, MLB, NBA, or watched a movie, would believe that in 2019 and nearing 2020, that American’s have to deal with the pain of segregation, that is not self-inflicted, today.
I read that and had to ask myself, what are they talking about?
I am 31 years old and in all that time I’ve never been in a school, a mall, a workspace, anywhere that had a sign hanging on the wall, professing, white only. If I saw it, if I’d ever been made to feel marginalized due to the color of my skin, I’ve always been the first to inject my merit and earn my place in life based on my ability, never due to skin or pity or being made to adhere to the asinine law of No child left behind.
I do however remember reading the signs that said not to feed the homeless and poor, no matter what skin color they are.
~Intermission of thought~
Before broaching any further on the story of “Bad Guy,” I felt now would be a good time to just talk about Nadia.
Preparing a biography as it were, so I don’t have to answer any needless questions about her. We can never really know people, from one encounter, but we can hold onto what we do know to help how we react to them in the future.
A mother of three, a dutiful wife (when in earshot of her husband and friends) and a sharp shooting, grenade launcher when hanging out with the Dream Weaver.
What does that look like naked? What does that look like drinking coffee or tea in her moments alone reading the latest stock market projections? What does a prostitute like Nadia look like when she is alone contemplating how to wrap her hands around the dick of the Dream Weaver?
How does her body curve around the pillows, plush and soft, of her bed? Is her favorite color red? Why?
It is the little things that make us who we are, and this personality traits are what we fall in love with, when we really begin to look at the person of our admiration. In truth I think I’ve always associated the color red with the color of rebellion. Only not the dissension connected with merely disagreeing with convention or stopping traffic with one’s good looks or the high insurance premiums that come with buying a red car. No, red is the color of the kind of rebellion that made everything Nadia did, said, or wanted something that was previously denied to her. So she had to have it.
Then you get to thinking, “I’ll out smart her. I won’t deny her a thing, I’ll never tell her ‘no’ and then she won’t want it and I’ll get what I want.”
Nope, she was red. So when you agreed to her side of the story, she merely engulfed you in her rebellion, making you guilty by association and took away from you or anyone, that which you tried to hide from her.
Nadia was and is someone special. Traveling with the mist of the rain and following her own map, she had a dedication to success unmatched by many and as long as you went along with her plans you were fine. For the most part she never had any plans that were bad. Never wanted the bad for anyone, considering herself a good girl. Not a thief, would never settle for anything that sounded like a ‘Crack-Heads,’ small minded scheme to win a few dollars for a week, only to have to risk the lives of everyone around them again.
She is a smooth operator, who can talk the pants off of the tightest wallet. Loves fine dinning or at least a place that tries to stay clean and offers privacy for her and her clients. She has a taste for Japanese and Chinese food. Never Korean or Thai; and she does not like the fattiness of fried chicken. Always health conscience, she would eat fruit and strictly avoid coffee. Does not like cigarettes, or anything that will increase a dental bill, but loves a spliff. After every sexual encounter with the Dream Weaver you would find her leaning over the night stand rolling a swisher sweet filled with weed and after a long drag she was ready to finish him off with a long deep blow-job.
Nadia wears a yellow bandanna, accented with the spots of a leopard and true to the saying she does not change her spot. Her devotion to the Dream Weaver is unchanging throughout there course of love but her dedication to her own comfort and pleasure is more powerful than whatever he offers, so she’d never marry him, nor leave her husband or stop being a prostitute.
Not even at the threat of incarceration.
~Continued Intermission: Dream Weaver’s extended Bio~
It is rather common practice of lewd creators to pander after the favor of their fans by illustrating the body worship of their favorite female leads. Though the Dream Weaver’s Universe is filled with numerous characters from all walks of life, as is the case for most creators, the women of their particular stories receive a high level of naked viewership. I have fallen in the same stagnating trap of merely illustrating the women and ignoring the male characters. Though there is Nadia’s story we can’t be made to forget that her profession without a man is rather lonesome in most cases.
I’ve really done the Dream Weaver a disservice by holding back a lot of this information from you all and desire with this piece of art, to remedy such mistakes.
The Male Pin-Up is truly a rare endeavor and I am sure the challenge to take the idea of male attractiveness out of obscurity and force him into the lime light of objectivity, with the same verve of expectancy that we attribute to the female body and original characters of the comic industry.
At the same time, sharing a little more about the Weaver as he pertains to Nadia.
My aim is to objectify a man and you know as I ponder this excursion, it is so strange that there is little to reference from other artists to suggest rules of how this is done. I mean, what do people find attractive about a man? What do you desire to look at when you see a man naked. And how many men have you seen naked? Me, very little. It is just not something we look for when we say the words, ‘sexy.’
Shouldn’t that change?
Search Google for male masturbation and there are little to no images that would impress upon a woman, any woman, to take the time to ask for his number, no matter how close the camera is zoomed in on his dick. No matter how young the woman is, (prone to mistakes) short of photoshop there is little that can be done to make a dick impressive and personality can only go so far. If someone is unattractive then the objectification or the spell of it is diminished.
It could be how he carries himself. The reasoning behind why the Dream Weaver has so many women and could keep a prostitute like Nadia around, without money. He was always flashy and bold. Brilliant of the mind and despite his objectification of beautiful women, he wanted to be a damned good lawyer. You have to be pretty smart to convince people to allow you to speak for them and a lot of the time he did not have to even show his dick to make a woman climax. He is pretty skilled with his mouth and hands for more than fighting or arguing politics. He is a very selfless lover. A submissive person really when it comes to women and very giving. Always aiming to please and making good on promises. The dependable kind, who will apologize profusely for standing someone up or being late for a meeting, to him “Punctuality is the politeness of Kings.” He considered himself the king of his universe.
In this image I exaggerated the use of ejaculation to serve as a moniker of male prowess being released over the woman’s ass and body. Seeking to create a balance in the study of objectification, and not desiring to leave out the woman, in my search of enjoying my fetish of the naked body. From the stand point of a certain class of woman, the penis is considered a weapon, brandished in a desire to conquer the weaker sex; this belief, regardless if it is true or not, served to be a good source of content material and to illustrate the Dream Weaver launching cum all over the room is to express the level of damage incurred by anyone that arouses his ego.
University life for the Dream Weaver was a time of freedom and self-discovery. A time when any woman, married, single, or only interested in what a man could provide in the way of creature comforts, was available, desirable and an island set alone to be conquered by the strongest and surest wielder of the phallic rapier. His dorm room, tiled with linoleum and sparse of any real dedication to home décor was perfect for a rising lawyer and student of the Art of Eros.
There is an extensive list of American Universities that fit this picture, all across the spectrum but certainly among the black Universities. Many would blush to remember their time in college when as young lovers they had to learn to balance the responsibility, though self-inflicted, in keeping promiscuity a secret, or hide their guilty pleasures form respectability and the best way to do so was to find a woman like Nadia, willing to do anything for pay, or a man like the Dream Weaver, willing to pay to play from video games, comics, women, to all of the conveniences that make life worth living.
His private abode was a red light district all it’s own. His laptop was his source of communication and none disclosure agreements were as readily available as condoms in the University infirmary.
Yes, University life worked well for a man like the Weaver, who had a healthy apatite for the deliciously curvaceous hips that sashayed across the grounds. His hit list was ever growing and morning to evening he took aim and like the avid marksmen that he is, he always got his target.
The Dream Weaver solely enjoyed his women. He was never really into sharing. Sure he has had a few threesomes and sure he’s had a few lovers at a time, be he is really into making those moments count and enjoying every depth of pleasure a woman has to offer.
North Carolina is the South as we all know the South is home to the Confederate flag waving, cross burning KKK who over the years have wanted nothing to do with interracial relationships and consider any black man willing to layer the depths of Caucasian, Aryan, Swedish, Dutch, White, Cream Colored, pink pussies, a threat to the natural order of things and Durham NC is no different in it’s support of separating the races and keeping men like the Dream Weaver far away from fair skinned freckled faced beauties that have a dangerous inclination of fulfilling their desires on the elephant in the room, if he so happens to make himself available.
Which since he was thirteen, the Dream Weaver has ensured his dick was available to anyone that desired him. Does that make him a slut? I don’t think so, I think Stud is the better word for it. I am sure most of the women in his life would agree. If you want to be filled with a dick that has the girth of three-man sized finders and the length to pound and grind on your cervix- then you want to have a night alone with the Dream Weaver. If you have never climaxed or had an orgasm, if you think orgasms are only for men and a myth when proposed for women to have every time they get fucked, then take that drive into the valley of Durham NC, where the lights of Tobacco Road will guide you to a little grotto, the home of an aspiring lawyer and talented dreamer.
There is a lot more work in store and this story is far from over. Pages 4-6 should be done before the weekend is over and come the middle of the month you can certainly be sure to find previews and special goodies @ https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/
Despite the challenges that lay ahead for me and the Dream Weaver, all I can hope is that we have the wear-with-all to complete telling our stories to the world, no matter how hard they try to silence us.
Until next time, Keep Dreaming Folks!
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