Genesis Volume 2 - Sex Stories

Genesis Volume 2

... forget there’s this video going passing through online.” Taking out the latest version of the My-Cherry she showed him the clip of him returning the baseball back at blondie’s nose. “Is this you?” he nodded ashamed. “That’s so cool, you’re like a ninja right, you probably can sense people’s Ki and stuff right.” Mustering up his courage he asked, “You’re not afraid?” She looked at him confused, “because you’re part ninja no way. I think you looked super cool doing it; served that blonde guy right.” He smiled, he had a friend in both parts of his life. He could actually start anew, things were looking very good, until part of his past walked through the door. Special This section will mostly be reserved for extras but today I’ll contain a personal story of mine. Please if you don’t feel like reading this part you can skip it, it’s a hundred percent optional. I’ll explain why it’s taken me long time to write JYAS and how Genesis became. For the past year and half I was depressed. The whole nine yards, suicidal thoughts (constantly), unable to sleep, I felt worthless. It started when I release part 1 of JYAS, at first it was a funk which lasted about three months. Then it got worse it didn’t help that I was taking some fun classes (Organic Chemistry, Physics, real fun). I didn’t want to continue the current track I was on. Going on the fall semester when I was taking even funner classes (Bio chem, Physics 2), things got worse. Every day I’d have vivid visions of different ways to ...

... kill myself. Burying myself in my studies I was able to bear it. Then Springs started back and it got worse and worse. I lost a couple of friends (tends to happen when you don’t talk to people for a good year). I had trouble sleeping at night. It was then that I started watching/reading more Anime, manga and light novels. Each day I’d roll out of bed with a single thought in my mind, “If I make to lunch I can read some LMS or watch SAO.” I wasn’t able to focus in class my grades took a dump the size of the empire state. Then one day I was alone at home my parents went to work and I had enough that day was probably the closest I’d ever come to hurting myself. I grabbed a knife, locked the bathroom door the metal pressed against my skin when freaking UPS knocked on the door. That same day I told my parents, which are the greatest people in my lives. They searched for a good counselor, I went to therapy for six months. My dad moved his work schedule around and helped me out he’d ask me about my dreams at that time I was so deep in I couldn’t even answer him. I can’t even began to imagine how helpless they felt still they loved they told me this every single day before. My mom anytime she could would ask me how my day went and patiently listen to me as she told me many times that I wasn’t worthless that to her I meant the world. When I needed a shoulder to cry on they were there for me. God truly did bless me. Since August I’ve yet to have any of those condescending thoughts. My ...