DECADENCE
Let’s be frank, we may be blessed with a pretty face
and a sweet body, but even so there can
still be times when life gets just a little drab and humdrum.
It’s at moments like that we need a little
escape, to go off to the secret Ivory Tower of our imagination, to lie back on
silk cushions and picture ourselves somewhere else. Maybe with a group of like
minded females, where you can kiss and fondle and pamper each other in a cloud
of perfume.
Or maybe we would rather be somewhere smoky
and dark, where anything is possible and where we can find that we are no longer
entirely in control, a place where needs and desires we did not even know we
had can be indulged and nurtured, such as being bound and helpless as we wait
for a mysterious stranger to come and
take his pleasure with our available nakedness.
What about a place that is rich and decadent, where girls with kohl ringed eyes glide and pose, indulging in their glowing sexuality and erotic promise. sometimes giving pleasure, sometimes receiving it, and sometimes simply being part of the erotic décor to be looked at and admired and touched.
It is a place where you can forget any
question of personal identity and take pleasure in being nothing more than a
plaything as you crawl and serve the needs of any guest whose looks excite your
imagination,
for after all this is not the real world
which, for the time being, has been forgotten. As someone new and inexperienced
there is the possibility that you might find yourself initiated into this
strange place by being reminded how closely linked are punishment and pleasure,
or maybe you will simply find some exquisite
creature you will enjoy taking your time getting to know better.
Whatever it is and wherever it is, just being
there makes you feel more desirable and sexual,
and you know that no man can look at you
without wanting you.
And when it is all over and you slip back into
the real world, for a good long time you will know exactly what you have to do to bring back memories of that wonderful place.
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