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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Writing is a hobby for me. Here is an excerpt from one written several moons ago. I'd be interested to know if anyone finds it interesting:-
The room is large bordering on cavernous and a paradox in itself. The entrance and first half is more modern, art deco in style, with a definite French flavour. The second half transforms into the much earlier Grecian period with massive marble columns interspersed with fabulous statues of near Godlike figures with perfectly formed male and female bodies. Some I can immediately identify: Apollo, Eros and Aphrodite, others are more obscure and unknown to me as I am not a true scholar of Greek mythology. The marble floor maintains continuity between these two worlds although on closer examination I see subtle changes as my eyes follow it to the rear of the room. Once again I get a sense of the mystical and the Cuckold Queen does nothing to allay this impression when she mounts several steps previously unnoticed by myself and delicately sits on a large throne looking every bit like a Greek deity. She leans over and picks up a sceptre, phallic in form which she caresses and rests across her left forearm before slowing and very elaborately crossing her legs and raising her right hand as if sitting for court artist. She clicks her fingers, I wait nonplussed, nothing happens for several seconds and then I hear the light padding of bare feet. Joanne appears in front of me and immediately kneels whilst turning her head to her mistress who nods imperceptibly. I feel like I’m standing on a serac about to topple over at any given moment. She looks up at me and whispers, “My mistress commands”. I raise an eyebrow and in one fluid movement she brandishes a razor and begins to expertly apply cream to my genitals whilst simultaneously shaving me. My shaft hardens as she manoeuvres my balls to slide the razor across my skin. I feel a trickle of precum form on my now swollen head. Once again she turns to her mistress who responds with a glazed look. Again she turns to me tilting her head forward. As she opens her mouth hovering above my tip I can feel her hot breath tumbling down my shaft enveloping my balls. Slowly she licks my pre cum before engorging herself on my head. The pleasure is divine but as she withdraws the pain of her departure is excruciating. Already my shaft desires her again like a flower on sun kissed land desperate for the touch of the first raindrop.
She rises and crosses the room to stand obediently behind her mistress who rises and stalks serenely toward me. Her every movement accentuates her magnificent feline beauty in contrast to the statues serving as a static, cold backdrop to her pulsating glorious and graceful body. Her head held high she approaches, eyes levelled at mine, her emerald panties and bra glinting in the moonlight streaming through the domed skylight above her head.
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