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The Scarlet Letter
As I enter the temple, a feeling of anticipation arises within me. I greet, I adore, I begin to arouse the coiled splendor. The cold, hard sword is released, its point probing for an entrance; my body is quivering. I am caught in a whirlwind. The next vision is that of my priest fully clothed in his finery, I fall to my knees, I reach out with both hands to adore, to touch, his virtue. It fills me. I am uplifted and now my priest wishes to prepare me, his gaze exalting me among the stars. Next I am greeted with the words of courtship, the words of love flowing from my priest's sweet lips. I feel his desire, I am his rapture. And he shall know that when I speak, I yearn to be with him. The veil is removed, our eyes lock in a lustful gaze...I know that he longs to indulge himself in my passion. He falls to his knees. My priest and I are at the brink of delerium. We have teased and tantalized one another into a frenzy. I long for more than his kisses. The fire is ignited, we move in unison, breathlessly we reach our climax. I am now all pleasure. It is time to share the joy and ecstasy with others. There is success. |
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The air is filled with the thick, sweet smell of African spice. As the
fragrance wraps itself around my naked limbs, it consumes me and gently
enters me. I feel dizzy with pleasure and my body is on fire: for one
kiss wilt thou be willing to give all. Attendants swarm around me, their
gazes filled with love and devotion; hands kneading my flesh, fingers
exploring. I am oiled from head to toe, no part being neglected by their
honeyed kisses. My sweet perfume of sweat mingling us all together in
a sense of utter rapture that is continuous. Come unto me, to me, I say
to them. I am now ready for the next heights of ecstasy.