Lambaste

The exhausting competition seemed bigger than life. I had won the peerless grand prize, and a fancy golden bough rested on my exuberant crown again. When I rushed out, you were playing skittle with other friends. Your ever-longing eyes fell on me, and a flood of thirst overpowered your face when you saw my delicate limbs that would tempt any man. You urgently, breathlessly asked me to sit in a nearby cafe, where you offered me a delicious ice cream shake. Licking the ice cream, you passionately confessed your Tantalus-like anxiety. A feeling I was always just out of reach. Your desire to have a woman of your own. To enjoy the nectar of life such as you had never tasted before. I cherished your words as golden eggs in a courageous nest. We talked a lot, you holding my enraptured, petal-like hand. We walked along the shore. Then you uproariously grabbed me and gave my lips a delicious kiss. Dissolving your shyness, your spirit was elevated to the lusty waves. A ravenous ecstasy of ultimate experience. Then gratefully we jumped into a yatch and cocooned into the room at the bottom. The deepest dream comes true once when you have ardently licked the nectar in sensitive pleasure.

Come again and celebrate the festival in lust.