I found myself on the table for feasting. You covered my entire body in oil. Carefully caressing my thighs as you worked your way up my back, I’d never felt so safe. You’d touched me in places I’d longed for. Tonight you played me oh so softly. Plucking every string from this acoustic instrument. Our bodies pressed against each other joining as one. Your deep brown eyes glaring back at me as honey dripped from the hive between your legs. Your body resembled that of an ancient roman sculpture. Next time I’ll schedule an appointment.

Dear Reader,

Magic exist in the hands of those who possess the power to make you peak in the valley.

X,-A