Desire and Decadence
Lady Andariel
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The secret folds softly opened, revealing the prize that had been the object of many other’s unfulfilled desires.
The perfectly moistened petals dripping with honey so sweet, I could not help but drink.
Oh! And drink did I! Until the liquid decadence became my source of life. Perchance akin to an intravenous fluid injection for my now desperately dripping thighs.
The deliciously filling fountain flowed endlessly as I tasted each petal’s flowering individually.
Nectar seeping from every pulsating pore.
Pouring into my vase, exposing finally, the innermost core.
Gathering this immutably gorgeous flower into the depths of my starving darkness was neither gift, nor peace. I drained, hungrily, the drops of her silk-like dew, I knew I could never taste all she offered. I gently brought her spent form in my arms, and we fell deeply asleep knowing we would worship again soon, in the temple of Aphrodites.
The Lady Andariel 