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\"\"\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I first saw her shortly after I was elected Mayor of this Florida West Coach beach town. She was stunning in a bright pink sun dress that hugged her curves and showed her magnificent breasts and shapely legs to devastating effect. The desire began with that first glance, but I had no idea how intense it would become. It was a sunny day and she was wearing sunglasses, so I would only be hit by her piercing green eyes later, when we had dinner in the evening. Those witchy eyes on top of her exquisite face, luscious form, and gorgeous blond tresses were almost too much to bear.<\/p>\n

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\u201cMr. Mayor, you\u2019re staring,\u201d she quipped from the table next to mine at the outdoor caf\u00e9 at which we were both loitering. She was lingering over a magazine and a glass of what looked like iced tea. I was having little success trying to focus on a novel on my e-reader while I drank a latte.<\/p>\n

She was teasing, but she was absolutely right. I had allowed myself to become so absorbed in the contemplation of her that I had forgotten all decorum. The way my eyes had fixated on her curves and begun traveling up and down her thrilling body might fairly be described as \u201cogling.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t lose my cool, which I think impressed her. I smiled through a gentlemanly apology, with a quick wink to signal that, while I meant no disrespect, the visual appreciation had been heartfelt. We flirted across the gap between tables for a few minutes, and then she invited me to join her. As I did I had no idea how much my situation resembled that of the fly walking along the axial thread of the spider\u2019s web or the moth flying ever closer to the flame.<\/p>\n

We chatted over coffee and found that we had a lot in common: similar upbringings, similar wanderings, similar taste in movies, art, and books. I\u2019m a few years older than her, but not enough to make our romance scandalously inappropriate, and I look good for a man my age. Fairly fit, with a full head of hair. My wife had passed away five years ago, and my kids are all grown and living in far flung places. Even if I hadn\u2019t been elected mayor, all those other qualities would have made me a very eligible bachelor in this town. I could see looks of envy directed at her from many of the women seated around us as we flirted. But the jealous looks of the men were even more intense. She\u2026.well, it became immediately clear that she was the most enchanting woman I had ever met. I had to work not to gush over her like a lovestruck schoolboy.<\/p>\n

That first day of whirlwind romance stirred up a lot of gossip. When she appeared on my arm at a fancy restaurant in town that night we were marked as West Florida\u2019s new \u201cpower couple.\u201d We were a steady item for a couple of weeks. We dated like teenagers. Trips to the movies. Long walks through the park. Miniature golf. Dancing. Then things took a\u2026.turn.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome in,\u201d she invited me outside her door at the end of our umpteenth date. I was pleased but not overly surprised. I had given her every sign of my eager desire. The arm around her shoulder in the movie theater. Lingering good night kisses. Hand-holding in the park. But I hadn\u2019t pressed her on that score. I trusted that she would take us down that path in her own good time, and though she turned me on like no one I had ever met, I was enjoying her company too much to feel impatient.<\/p>\n

So when we were finally on her living room sofa, making out like we had just gotten out of our high school prom, I gave myself over to the experience freely. I didn\u2019t call her attention to my painfully rigid erection, I just let the waves of desire wash through me while I enjoyed the taste of her mouth, the fragrance of her perfume, and the silky warmth of her skin. The delicious haze might have gone on for another hour, except that I reached up to stroke her right breast.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait,\u201d she breathed into my ear as I felt the gorgeous tumescence of her nipple quiver under my fingertips through her blouse.<\/p>\n

I drew my hand away and took my lips off of her soft neck.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, darling?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing\u2019s wrong,\u201d she explained. \u201cThere is just something I need to tell you before we go any further.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh?\u201d I grunted, unable to keep a note of concern from my voice. I had enough dating experience to know that \u201cwe have to talk\u201d is almost always a bad sign.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou see,\u201d she explained, smiling directly into my gaze with those bewitching green eyes, her arms still enfolding me deliciously in her embrace, \u201cI\u2019m a Dominant.\u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not so old fashioned or na\u00efve that I completely missed her meaning. \u201cWell\u2026that\u2019s obvious,\u201d I quipped, hoping to deflect and defuse, \u201cyou have as strong a will as anyone I\u2019ve met.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she insisted, \u201cit is not just My force of personality I\u2019m talking about. It\u2019s deeper than that. It is the way I am romantically. Sexually.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d I allowed. \u201cI have a sense of what you mean. How does that affect us?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s clear that we are very drawn to each other\u2026\u201d she said in a tone that sent chills down my spine.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll do you one better,\u201d I responded. \u201cI\u2019m falling in love with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can see that,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI feel the same way. But the way I love, you see\u2026.I want\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

She let the thought hang in the air, forcing me to pry. \u201cYes?\u201d I obliged her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want to control you,\u201d she purred. \u201cI want to control your body. Your pleasure. I want you to surrender to Me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I swear, she is so goddam sexy that the words \u201cYes, please\u201d almost leapt out of my mouth that instant. She could make the proposition, \u201cLet\u2019s jump off a bridge together\u201d sound alluring. But part of my brain rebelled. Surrender? Control? The deep habits of male privilege took over.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you proposing?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

She disengaged from our embrace and rose from the couch, leaving me rigid and crestfallen. The way my eyes followed her swaying hips so hungrily should have cued me in to how things would play out. After a minute in her bedroom, she emerged carrying a small blue box.\u00a0 Sitting at a remove from me on the sofa where we had been making out so furiously, she placed the box between us and removed the lid.<\/p>\n

\u201cHere it is,\u201d she said. \u201cI would like you to wear this.\u201d<\/p>\n

Looking down, I could see that the box contained a cage made of stainless steel mesh. The shape left little guesswork for what was to be caged- it was structured perfectly to contain a man\u2019s cock. A hasp and locking mechanism were designed to secure the device in place by hooking around the testicles. It was shaped to hold a flaccid penis comfortably. Once it was in place an erection would be painful, an orgasm virtually impossible.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want me to wear this?\u201d I asked, even though I could hear how obtuse I was being as I spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d she cooed, batting her eyes coquettishly.<\/p>\n

I looked at her for a few moments, sizing up the situation. \u201cDarling\u2026\u201d I began, putting a note of \u201clet\u2019s be reasonable\u201d in my voice, \u201cif it is a question of faithfulness\u2026There is no one else. I want only you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I know that,\u201d she chuckled. \u201cI\u2019m sure you\u2019ve masturbated while fantasizing about me quite a bit by now. It would be a while before you could think of any other woman even if you didn\u2019t wear this cage.\u201d<\/p>\n

I coughed nervously at this little piece of mind reading. \u201cSo then why?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I want more control,\u201d she explained matter-of-factly. \u201cI don\u2019t just want to be the focus of your desire. I want to control the intensity of your arousal and the frequency of your release. I want you to be My sexual slave.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut why do you want that,\u201d I whined, \u201cif you love me?\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed. \u201cI want you to be My sexual slave because<\/em> I love you, silly. It turns me on to have that kind of control. Just talking about it is making me slick between the thighs.\u201d At this she paused, smiling, and glanced suggestively at my crotch. \u201cIt is having a similar effect on your body.\u201d<\/p>\n

This was when I first noticed how stiff my cock had become. She was right. All of this talk of being her slave had been turning me on, though I hadn\u2019t realized it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re too worldly and thoughtful to be small-minded,\u201d she continued. \u201cYou can see that what I\u2019m talking about isn\u2019t harmful or wrong, just unusual. Maybe it is different than the intimacy you shared with your wife or other lovers, but it is no less real. You might even find it rewarding.\u201d<\/p>\n

I haven\u2019t been dumbstruck many times in my life. When my father opened and read the letter from the draft board telling me that my lottery number was so high I probably wouldn\u2019t have to go to Vietnam, I couldn\u2019t form words for a full three minutes. That was probably the last time that I had been so tongue-tied. I just sat gaping at her, my mouth moving but no sound coming out.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t have to make any decisions now,\u201d she said. \u201cGo home, pet. Take some time. Think it over.\u201d<\/p>\n

I drove home in a fog. My psychological compass was spinning. I had lost my bearing on true north. That night sleep was impossible. I masturbated twice while thinking about her, but still lay staring at the ceiling until early morning.<\/p>\n

I panicked. I didn\u2019t call her for several days. It was stupid and rude. However brief our courtship had been to that point, I owed her better than that. But I was paralyzed, caught between desire and fear. I couldn\u2019t force myself to act on either impulse, so I just did nothing.<\/p>\n

Three days went by. I came in to the office for a meeting of the Citizens\u2019 Planning Consultation Board and she was there. She winked at me as my young secretary, Janet, explained that this was the new group of volunteers for the coming fiscal year.<\/p>\n

We were in the large conference room in City Hall. I worked my way through the small group, doing my best job to give each volunteer my most affable politician\u2019s smile and handshake. When I reached her the touch of her hand sent an electric jolt through my whole body.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026I\u2019m sorry I haven\u2019t called,\u201d I mumbled, keeping my voice low in hopes that the others would not hear.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s okay, pet,\u201d she purred. \u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you interested in city planning?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, silly,\u201d she chided. \u201cI\u2019m interested in you. I came here to dangle the bait.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you said that I could take time to make a decision,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did,\u201d she explained, a wicked smile lighting her gorgeous green eyes, \u201cand I meant it. I never said I would make the decision easy for you, though.\u201d<\/p>\n

As we gathered around the conference table she moved quickly to grab the seat right next to mine. Formal business began. I sat looking official as Janet led the new volunteers in choosing a committee chairperson and a deputy. While the meeting droned on I felt her hand grab mine under the table and place it deliberately on her thigh, up under her skirt.<\/p>\n

The feeling of her silky skin under my fingertips was delicious. I was nervous. My heart pounded. I looked about skittishly to see if anyone had noticed. I saw the mischievous grin on her face and swallowed hard. I did not take my hand away, though.<\/p>\n

I pretended to focus on the meeting, my entire mind captivated by her thigh. A buzz signaled a text coming on my phone. Looking down at the table where I had put the device, I saw her message on my screen: \u201cStroke.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t help myself, I obeyed. I moved my hand gently up and down the exquisite contours of her thigh, savoring every magnificent curve, muscle, and dimple. The sensation of her smooth stocking, combined with the enchantingly subtle aroma of her perfume, made me drunk with arousal. My cock pulsed like it was trying to break the seams of my pants. I became light-headed.<\/p>\n

Buzz-buzz. Another text. \u201cMove between My thighs. Stroke My pussy.\u201d<\/p>\n

I tapped my phone screen quickly to delete the message, but I obeyed. My fingers played over the surface of her panties, just above the dewy lips of her pussy. I stroked evenly and rhythmically, as past experience had taught me women generally find pleasing.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, My name is _________,\u201d she said out lout to the group, giving the name by which I had known her for several weeks. I was shocked to hear her voice. I had become so lost in the physical contact with her that I didn\u2019t realize the group was making round-robin introductions. I did not stop stroking, however, even as she went on speaking.<\/p>\n

\u201cI only moved to town a few years ago,\u201d she continued, \u201cbut I love it. I\u2019m so excited to serve this community.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was amazed by her control. I could see from the mistiness in her eyes and the hardness of her nipples under her blouse that my stroking was edging her toward climax, but there was no sign of it in her voice or manner. To the rest of the people in the room who were not as close to her as I was, she seemed the picture of staid poise.<\/p>\n

When she was done silence fell on the room as I stared at her, open-mouthed.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Mayor, it\u2019s your turn,\u201d she said with a doe-eyed smile.<\/p>\n

As I stammered my way through my introduction my phone buzzed once more. \u201cSmell your fingers,\u201d was the texted instruction. Again I couldn\u2019t resist. While the introductions moved on around the table I withdrew my hand from between her legs and pretended to wipe the lower part of my face so that I could bring my fingers beneath my nose. The earthy fragrance of her pussy lit my senses on fire as I inhaled her musk. For the rest of the meeting I had to keep my hands beneath the table to conceal their trembling. After she had departed with a knowing wink I was the last one to leave the room when the meeting ended, in hopes that no one would notice my enormous erection.<\/p>\n

That night I was like a man possessed. I paced around my apartment, looking at my phone, trying to choose between calling her on the one hand and throwing the phone out the window on the other. Finally I grabbed my keys and headed to my car.<\/p>\n

The look on her face as she answered the door to her condo showed that my appearance was exactly what she had expected. Her attire, however, completely floored me. She was wearing nothing but black stiletto heels and lacy black lingerie: a bustier, stockings, and garters. The only other item of clothing was an enormous ebony dildo, strapped around her waste and jutting from between the tops of her thighs. In her hand she was holding what looked like a riding crop.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome in,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

As I entered her living room the scene became even more disorienting. A young man was naked and bent over the back of one of her armchairs, his arms handcuffed behind his back and his mouth stopped with a ball gag. To make the mood even more surreal, seated in the chair next to him was what looked like a green-haired ventriloquist\u2019s dummy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho\u2019s this guy?\u201d a high-pitched male voice said, seeming to emanate from the dummy.<\/p>\n

\u201cShush!\u201d she said, bring the riding crop down on the young man\u2019s ass with terrific force, so that he winced in agony.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d I asked, feeling as stupid as I sounded.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t mind Ricky,\u201d she directed, \u201che is a very talented ventriloquist, but he doesn\u2019t know when to be quiet. If he isn\u2019t careful he won\u2019t get his reward.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReward?\u201d I grunted.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d she explained, her tone suggesting that the truth was obvious. \u201cIt\u2019s why I am wearing this dildo. So I can fuck him up the ass.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would you do that?\u201d I pleaded.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause he begged Me to,\u201d she answered. \u201cAnd because he wrote a decent Valentine\u2019s Day story for a collection of erotic fiction and essays that I publish online.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t understand,\u201d I croaked. \u201cI thought you love me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her tone softened. \u201cI do love you, pet. But I can\u2019t love you as someone I\u2019m not. I want you to be My special companion, my first and foremost cuckold slave. But you\u2019ll have to accept My control, and that means sharing Me with my other slaves.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is crazy,\u201d I said, and I meant it. The craziest thing about the whole scene was that as I stood there, watching her prepare to jam her strap-on dildo into the ass of another man, I wanted her as desperately as ever.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh just hypnotize him, Goddess!\u201d the dummy whined.<\/p>\n

Thwack! \u201cOne more word out of you and your reward is gone!\u201d she scolded.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoddess? Hypnotize me?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d she explained. \u201cI am a professional hypnodomme. My pets know Me as Goddess Marquesa. If W\/we remain together you will learn to call Me Goddess when W\/we are alone or with other members of the BDSM community.\u201d<\/p>\n

I became light-headed and must have wobbled, because she stepped forward and placed a concerned hand on my arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you all right pet?\u201d she asked. \u201cCan I get you a drink? Sit down. You are welcome to stay and watch as I fuck Ricky.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026no\u2026I\u2026.,\u201d I stammered. \u201cThis is all a bit much. I need to go home. Think\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

She reached up and kissed me on the cheek. \u201cThat\u2019s fine, pet,\u201d she cooed. \u201cPerhaps some night I\u2019ll appear in your bed, and W\/we can talk some more. Don\u2019t try to drive until the fog clears from your head.\u201d<\/p>\n

Time was a blur from that point forward. I don\u2019t know how many days passed. I made no attempt to contact her, but it didn\u2019t matter. She was with me always. In my thoughts. In my dreams. In the sound of the wind outside my window. The rest of the world could claim no more than a small fraction of my attention. City business suffered. Janet expressed concern.<\/p>\n

As the next meeting of the Citizens\u2019 Planning Consultation Board approached my condition deteriorated. On the night before I knew I would see her again I tossed and turned in agitation. Finally at midnight I fell into a fitful sleep.<\/p>\n

I was awoken at 2 AM by a sudden motion. Someone had climbed into the bed next to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello, pet,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

I rose in shock and pulled the covers back. She was stark naked, lounging easily with her gorgeous blond locks spread on my extra pillow. Her magnificent body was stretched out comfortably to give me a view of every curve.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you get in here?\u201d I hissed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou left the front door open,\u201d she explained. \u201cThat was the whole point of putting the suggestion in your head. I knew if you wanted Me here subconsciously, you would \u2018forget\u2019 to lock the door.\u201d<\/p>\n

She slid over and into my arms, and I embraced her passionately. For several minutes we were locked in a deep kiss. Finally she pulled away and retreated to the other side of the bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI see you want Me as much as ever,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I gasped, and made to slide over and embrace her again. She restrained me with an outstretched hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she commanded. \u201cI\u2019ve given you a little taste of My control and now I want you to feel more. You can leave if you want, or look away. But if you want to lie here with Me there can be no more touching, you can only look.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor how long?\u201d I pleaded.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor as long as I say.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t leave and I couldn\u2019t look away. I lay next to her, my eyes transfixed by her face and body. The curves of her legs. The elegant sculpting of her arms, neck and hands. The full lusciousness of her breasts. The eldritch beauty of her eyes. It hurt to look at her and feel the yearning to touch her, to taste her. But it felt so good too. Too good to stop. I was helpless.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease,\u201d I begged, \u201clet me touch you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she said. \u201cTormenting you makes \u00a0Me wet.\u201d<\/p>\n

As soon as she said it I could see that it was true. Her pussy was so slick that the juices of her arousal were dripping down her thigh.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, God\u2026\u201d I croaked.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoddess,\u201d she corrected.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoddess\u2026..please,\u201d I begged, \u201cKnowing you are so wet makes me need to touch you even more. Let me stroke your pussy with my hand. Or use my mouth\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed. \u201cIt\u2019s a vicious cycle, pet. Knowing I\u2019m wet is torture for you, but knowing how much I\u2019m torturing you makes me even more wet. And so on\u2026and so on\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I groaned in agony. \u201cGoddess,\u201d I pleaded, \u201chave mercy. I\u2019ll go mad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI could help,\u201d she offered. \u201cI could hypnotize you. You might be able to get some sleep that way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, please!\u201d I agreed. \u201cI would rather have you invade my mind than lie awake like this yearning for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

She slid over and placed her mouth to my ear. As her delicious whisper soaked into my consciousness I could feel my mind unclench, welcoming her inside. After a few minutes I drifted off blissfully into oblivion.<\/p>\n

When I awoke it was morning. Sunlight filled my bedroom. My hands and feet were tied to the four posts of the bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning pet,\u201d she said as she grabbed the shaft of my cock and stroked me erect. She was still naked and looked beautifully fresh and rested. My cock went stiff in her hands immediately, and she placed a snug ring over the shaft that cinched tightly at the base.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis will help keep you erect for Me,\u201d she explained as she mounted my supine form. As I lay immobilized she took her pleasure, bearing down on my cock while she steadied herself against my chest with her exquisite hands. Her nails dug into my flesh, her face contorted in beautiful delight. She made sweet moans of satisfaction as the muscles of her pussy contracted around my shaft and the perfume of her musk filled the air.<\/p>\n

The fucking went on for an hour. She came once, then twice, and then a third time. The sweat rolled down her gorgeous torso and mingled with mine on my belly and hips. I had never seen anything so beautiful. \u201cDon\u2019t stop,\u201d I begged as she dismounted and lay on the bed beside me.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s your turn, pet,\u201d she said as she slipped the cock ring off my shaft. My cock was slick with her juices. As she ran her hand up and down the shaft, I moaned.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is what My control feels like, pet,\u201d she whispered. \u201cthis is how it could be from now on if you surrender to Me.\u201d<\/p>\n

With those words she bore down hard and I exploded, moaning like a dying man and staring into the depth of her green eyes. I had never felt anything like it. The pleasure was so intense I almost lost conscious.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh Goddess, I love You,\u201d I cried.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, pet,\u201d she said, when my quaking had subsided, and kissed me.<\/p>\n

She got up from the bed and went into the bathroom, returning after a moment with a damp washcloth. The puddle of semen on my belly was enormous. She wiped it up gently, and then used the cloth to wipe some of the love-sweat from my torso, shoulders, and thighs. She went into the bathroom and I heard the sound of my shower running. When she emerged thirty minutes later she was decked out magnificently in street clothes, her hair and make-up perfect.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry to say, pet,\u201d she began, \u201cI won\u2019t make it to the Board meeting today. I just don\u2019t have the time. I will give Janet my resignation when I call to tell her to come untie you.\u201d<\/p>\n

She bent down and kissed me before I could comment or object.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have some thinking to do, pet. If you decide W\/we should stay together, you know what to do and where to find Me.\u201d<\/p>\n

With those words she was gone.<\/p>\n

That was February 12. I would have run to see Her the next day, but it felt appropriate to make my surrender to Her on Valentine\u2019s Day. She understood. As I knelt on the floor of Her condo, naked, a red bow around my cock and a dozen red roses in my outstretched hand, She smiled. The cage was ready. When She locked it around my cock and placed the necklace holding the key around Her neck, the words came to me spontaneously.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank You, Goddess,\u201d i said. \u201cThank You for letting me be Yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

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A Goddessful Valentine\u2019s Day to All!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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I did not know what it meant to be ravished until I encountered Goddess Marquesa. She is dominance and seduction personified. As I listen to Her dulcet voice, the line between waking and dream dissolves. She so perfectly embodies my desire, She so utterly arouses my yearning, it is as if She walked out of my most vivid youthful fantasy. I never imagined such grace, charm, warmth, humor, and gently elegant beauty could coexist with such torrid sexual magnetism. Her Power is indescribable, it must be experienced to be appreciated. She embodies every female archetype- Seductress,\u00a0 Madonna, Lady Fair, Femme Fatale- Goddess indeed! Astarte reborn! Since falling under Her spell I have been lost in continuous worship of Her. Bliss has never been so sweet.<\/i><\/p>\n

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