Giulietta

IC Name: Eustacia_Vye Joined: 29 Mar 2007 Last visit: 8 days ago Location: SV

Since I started sharing a house with Opal_X (she's awesome) I have realised that my true calling in life is to make her scrambled eggs every morning. Which I do very well. Apparently.

One of my favourite pastimes is leaving myself logged in to IC while elsewhere in the house. It is, therefore, hardly surprising that invisible bandits frequently take this opportunity to add important stuff to my profile, innit.

A Deeply Erotic Moment...

The girl waits, quivering in her solitude, by the door.. waiting.. waiting for HIM.. HIM.. waiting.. HIM.. her eyes wandered, directionless, gazing, as she wondered.. thoughts focused on her thinking of HIM.. only HIM.. HIM only.. thinking on her past self, and her rebirth and reincarnation as a surrendered angel before HIM.. HIM only.

Finally her long wait was over.. after what seemed like a lifetime.. the door creaked open, and HE entered both the room and the depths of her soul. The depths of her soul and the room HE entered. she shivered with compelling desire.. desire that compelled her.. as HE gazed upon her, her MASTER, her GOD, her entire cosmos, nothing else existing.. the serenity of the pain HE causes her.. alone and yet never alone.. never alone, and yet alone.. in HIS presence.. the inescapable bondage of HIS gaze.. she realised she had forgotten to breathe since HIS entry, and swiftly gasped, lest she might die.

Blissful, heavenly desperation.. as HE circles her.. she aches for HIM.. tranquil yet terrified.. mortally terrified.. yet tranquil.. tranquilly floating.. so grateful, to be back near HIM. HE had been away for a whole hour, for HE had nipped to the shop for a pint of milk, and she had felt HIS absence like a thousand excruciating knives.. but now, a different ache.. a tranquil one.. aching tranquilly.

Washed away in a serene, stormy, sea of sensation.. in HIS hands.. surrendering.. to HIM, and HIM only, like she had done since before the beginning of time.. vulnerable.. pervious.. helpless.. defenseless.. floating.. feeble..

HE rifled through HIS toy bag with his Masterful hands, and she watched intently.. gazing.. serene.. HE selected HIS weapon of mass destruction and turned to her.. suddenly HE broke wind, but in her submissive respectfulness she pretended not to notice, so as not to break the magic. The falls rained down on her.. exploding.. excruciating.. in this moment she detested HIM, yet desired HIM more than ever.. the compellingness of HIM.. HIS compellingness.. the blows continued to fall, punctuating her dreaminess with the sweetest thunder..

Suddenly, now, HE was penetrating her.. she was taken.. HIS.. HIS only.. only HIS.. possessed.. claimed.. delicious.. perfect.. broken.. faster now, HE violated her sweetly and firmly.. HIS twitching rock hard member consuming her soul.. violating her very being.. HIS hand in her hair…forcing HIMSELF into her mouth…in.. out.. in.. out.. in.. out.. in and out.. out and in.. suddenly she was overwhelmed by a new sensation as HE forcefully penetrated her aural passages. For a moment, she worried that HE might perforate her eardrum, but then she remembered that HE would never allow her to come to any harm, and marvelled at her great luck to have a MASTER with such a small penis, that HE could penetrate her in this way without bringing her to injury.. HIS cock throbbed with desire.. passion.. explosion.. and HE arrived deep within her mind body and soul.. the very essence of her.. she felt HIS glorious manly SEED gushing out of her, much like a flowing, meandering river.

Gently HE cradled her, soft now.. tranquil.. floating.. serene.. perfect.. complete.. blissful.. she looked into his eyes, calmer now.. HIS, HIS only.. body, mind, soul, spirit, destiny.. never alone, for she is HIS always.. vulnerable.. helpless.. happily consumed.. and grateful, to HIM, for taking her on this wild adventure.. HE left her side to make a light snack, crafting with great skill some cheese on toast, wondering briefly whether to have tomato relish or branston.. she smiled softly, and did not worry, for she was sure that in HIS infinite wisdom HE would make the right choice.

Co-written by Eustacia and Tiny

This profile was last updated on 23 Feb 11, 9:49 PM.

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