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Geschreven door: Piquet Label(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. 1 You might like one of the following stories: Amsterdam Surprise - his view(12 minuten)Fictie - BBC, Erotica, Exhibitionisme, Incest, Interracial, Voyeur John has some spare time on his business trip in Amsterdam and decides to visit a sex show. Little does he know, who he will watch performing on stage... Wartime Comfort House Diary - Day 9 Gift to 731 Lab(<10 minuten)Fictie - Anaal, Autoritair, Dom / sub, Dwang, First Time, Hardcore, Interracial, Maagd, Male / Females, massage, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Pijpen, Reguliere sex, Threesome Miss Yamaha greeted me at the entrance of the Comfort House, smiling slyly. 'General, the gift I have chosen for Dr. Takuchi to return his flavor wants to thank you in person before she leaves for the secret Laboratory 731 in Harbin, Manchuria. Whats In A Name?(<10 minuten)Fictie - Humiliation, Non-consensual sex, Pijpen, Slikken, Transgender, Werkplek, Wreed This story contains casual non-consensual Futa (shemale, dickgirl) on Girl content with extreme throat fucking and cum swallowing. Motherfucker: Part 2(1 uur 38 minuten)Fictie - Biseksueel, Dom / sub, Female / Female, First Time, Incest, Latina, Maagd, Male / Females, Male / Older Female, Male / Teen Female, Masturbation, Mature, Plasseks, Plumper This is the story of the various strange sexual encounters that took place during my second trip back home to visit Mom. New Little Sister(<10 minuten)Fictie - Incest, Male / Female, Male / Teen Female, Reguliere sex, Slikken, Teen Male / Teen Female, Voyeur My new little sister turns out to be the best thing ever! | ||||