Slate and Artstone - I met this one at an elegant and formal party. I had slipped into silk, he was dressed in something more complex.
I long ago lost the need to feed, so now I feed my faded lust. He was pretty, and haughty, just the way I like them.
It did not take long to make her leave his side. One thing leads to another, which leads to another which causes this one to fall, which makes that one back up, which cases the table to shake, the cup to spill, the dress to stain.
And she's off in a huff, not a terribly attractive way to make an exit. Plenty of room for me to slide in
Men believe anything when their hard. The first part was easy, the second was easier. Before he knew it we were walking out back, innocent enough.
I never make the first move. I don't have to. All I have to do is wiggle the worm, present it out there, ripe and juicy.
He was a good roll, not that I feel it anymore. At least in that lust I got to take a sip of his soul, that is always sweet ecstasy. Of course that's not why I do it.
The look on her face was even better. Everyone had seen us wander out back. I know how to be conspicuous when I want to be, and every man and woman's eyes were on me, even as were his own, glued, locked onto me. It was a simple thing for her to ask around
and to be answered
out back...
with some woman...
But she was only gone a minute!
And then, stained, soiled, and sundered, humiliation and rage, pain, sorrow, loss, the air rushes from her lungs, the blood from her heart.
I nudge him, even as I rise, magnificent in my naked splendor. I want her to see me, to see not only what has been taken, but also that which took it, to know that I am better
Then I take my leave, and even as I go, I can feel the glow rising from them. A real, true moment, an instant of perfection, locked forever in time, crafted by my design - 31989
I long ago lost the need to feed, so now I feed my faded lust. He was pretty, and haughty, just the way I like them.
It did not take long to make her leave his side. One thing leads to another, which leads to another which causes this one to fall, which makes that one back up, which cases the table to shake, the cup to spill, the dress to stain.
And she's off in a huff, not a terribly attractive way to make an exit. Plenty of room for me to slide in
Men believe anything when their hard. The first part was easy, the second was easier. Before he knew it we were walking out back, innocent enough.
I never make the first move. I don't have to. All I have to do is wiggle the worm, present it out there, ripe and juicy.
He was a good roll, not that I feel it anymore. At least in that lust I got to take a sip of his soul, that is always sweet ecstasy. Of course that's not why I do it.
The look on her face was even better. Everyone had seen us wander out back. I know how to be conspicuous when I want to be, and every man and woman's eyes were on me, even as were his own, glued, locked onto me. It was a simple thing for her to ask around
and to be answered
out back...
with some woman...
But she was only gone a minute!
And then, stained, soiled, and sundered, humiliation and rage, pain, sorrow, loss, the air rushes from her lungs, the blood from her heart.
I nudge him, even as I rise, magnificent in my naked splendor. I want her to see me, to see not only what has been taken, but also that which took it, to know that I am better
Then I take my leave, and even as I go, I can feel the glow rising from them. A real, true moment, an instant of perfection, locked forever in time, crafted by my design - 31989
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