It was a special
occasion at the Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, Celia the birthday girl was
twenty one, a blushing young beauty beneath soft curls.
It was universally
believed that she was a most beautiful creature with such a sweet and
delightful nature with a radiant smile that lit up her face.
But during the meal all Daniel could do was to look at her breasts to his
complete and utter disgrace and he thought that she would not smile at him so
sweetly if she knew that he wanted her so utterly.
This beautiful young woman so demurely dressed, how he yearned to see her
divested of her clothes.
If she could read his lustful mind she would find there such filthy thoughts of
debasement.
As he looked at her he
pondered if her nature was as innocent as it seemed or if she was as dirty as
she was in his sordid dreams.
If she knew the one he dreamed of her the previous night, when she succumbed
without a fight and he kissed and caressed the breast he cupped and how he went
on to greedily sup of her sweet nectar, that would have put a blush upon her
cheek.
And even more so if
she knew how the dream progressed, when like beasts they met in full bloodied
naked congress and he left her sullied and disgraced, but it was only a dream.
The pretty young thing with sumptuous figure, how he would like to consume her in his vigour but the pretty young girl, half his age will never ever release his passion from its cage.
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