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She took me to a distant place and made me a goddess. I found myself standing, filled with lush unfocussed lust, before a vast crowd of my worshippers. As I watched my pleasure reflected in their faces, I understood my gift to them: I was their medium, their connection to sexual joy.
I let my desire grow and become more wild. From among my priests and priestesses, I took a youg male and made him lick my feet. They were mine to command, down to their physical responses. Oh, it felt so good — the sensation of his tongue between my toes traveled up to my pussy, then through my breasts to the skin on my throat and made my whole scalp tingle. The crowd moaned as I let them feel it.
I brought another of my priests forward and stroked his cock as he tried to resist me. He knew I'd give him no release, but in spite of that he couldn't control his growing arousal. As he quivered with increasing desparation under my hand, I transmitted all his tormented pleasure to my people. There were cries, they pulled off clothing and rubbed themselves, all frantic for orgasm, yet wanting the agony to go on forever. |
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Copyright (c) 2004 by Harold S. Henry This script may be copied freely and used provided that its authorship in each instance is prominently and clearly attributed to Harold S. Henry.
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