1.) Oh my didlings, my little dreamers...*wicked chuckle as the eyes begin to glow and a radiance begins to flow from my body, bringing forth a phantom wind that sweeps me into the air and rustles my robes and hair as if they were living creatures*...Keep on wishing... 2.) A lavish ballroom decorated in faded finery, obviously once decadent but now crumbling, filled with masked people that are just as amazingly dressed and dilapidated, their forms elegant and refined, perfect yet almost monstrously so, with a hint of enchantment. The room is charged with energy, and there is a hidden orchestra that plays thunderously these dark waltzes and sinister serenades. Through it all I sit perched lazily on a throne, one leg draped over the arm, at a raised dais, dressed in the most amazing display of fairytale confections imaginable. Cream and faded peacock blue, with antique soft gold embroidery covering the fabric in swirls of vines and feathers. A mask in one hand, lazily spinning on a string...a Venetian plague mask...and at my feet and side several of the most perfect, adoring, gorgeous, and obviously mindless specimens of nearly naked manhood ever to grace the imaginations of male or female. 3.) youtube/watch?v=SpqwCUkysCs Oh, yes, my darlings, oh yes...
Posted on: Thu, 08 Aug 2013 16:07:57 +0000
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