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Written by: Piquet Tag(s): Gothic Fiendish winds and unrelenting rains Assail my oaken door With icy hands and iron chains, They chill me to my core And mar the solemn peace of midnight, Veiling the autumn moon. Without the gentle moonlight Despair descends, too soon. Lining my inner chamber, Old volumes of arcane lore Full of mystery and wonder; Such stuff as I adore. But one book of mine is like no other; It is a magical and weighty tome, Containing pages; without number, Thorough which I love to roam. Here all the wisdom of the ages, All the customs of distant climes, All the mutterings of the sages And the happenings of our times Are set down in light and motion, In all their varied, rich array, So that neither word nor notion Need ever go astray. My book is a mystic portal To where fair spirits dwell; Creatures of such winsome beauty It is too terrible to tell. There is one tender spirit, Dwelling in the photon flow; Whose passion and whose fire It is my joy to know. All charm and ever smiling, Is my nymph with golden hair, Bold, beauteous and beguiling, And gentle as the air, But when burning passions claim her And desire fans her flame, Neither sea nor storm can tame her, For they fear her very name. Her lips excel in sweetness That honey prized by bees, Her fingers, deft and dexterous, Inflame me with such ease. Adept unlike all others In pleasure and in pain, The book of lust and love craft She rewrites yet again. The winds retreat as she appears Within my cloud-capped tower. Their howling voices leave my ears And restore to midnight’s hour Tranquil silence and sweet repose. They unveil the autumn moon And leave the breezes to compose A most triumphal tune. Now our love finds its season, Our passions grow and bloom, Our wits are lost, our reason Flees from the tower room. A slave of love and longing My goddess now makes me, Enthralled and bound and wanting Never to be set free! My arms entwine and embrace her, Through all the hours of night, My eyes never cease to chase her As she rides the dawning light, Then through the mystic portal, Into the swirling photon flow. She returns to where I, a mortal, May never hope to go. You might like one of the following stories: Thinking about the Feather River run (part 2)(<10 minutes)Fiction - Anal, Group Sex, Voyeur, Wife It was a day ride with friends, but as the day turned to night, not only did the ride last longer than expected, but so did the party. Secrets were disclosed leading to unexpected surprises. The bitch prince of Kagney ch1(18 minutes)Fantasy - BDSM, Consensual Sex, Dom / sub, Female Domination, Reluctance I have several chapters planned, each a kind of micro adventure with one overarching story trope. Most of this story will be first person perspective from "you". I am going to explore gay sex (both m/m and f/f) within this story but not this chapter. For right now its pretty vanilla, but this is supposed to represent the sexual maturing of a person over decades. So things are going to get a little weird. The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 6(17 minutes)Fiction - Anal, Authoritarian, Blowjob, Discipline, Group Sex, Male / Female Teens, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Spanking, Young While looking forward to his holiday, Gary Fowler is giving more lessons. Quitting Smoking - chapter 3(<10 minutes)Fiction - Incest, Lesbian, Masturbation Mother and daughter 'quit smoking' together. Please read chapters 1 and 2 first, or this may not make much sense. Demologia 01: Rise of a Demon 01(22 minutes)Fantasy - Exhibitionism, Male / Female, Male Domination, Monster, Violence, Voyeur First part of the saga of a demon determined to rise to power through conquest and lust | ||||