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*Nudity
*Erotic Exploration
*Anal Adventure
*BDSM
*Fetishes
*Spanking
*Paraphilia
*And Anything Attractive to my Perverted Persona!

This is a 'Paese' for Pictures & Prose that inhabit MY fantasies & ventures, including (but not limited to) any & all of the above. NSFW.

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I'm Petite, Pretty, Passionate, Posess a Penchant for Porn. And, I Love Pomegranates ....

Six pomegranate seeds, red as rubies, on a golden plate. They glow with crimson fire in the candlelight. My lord bids me eat. I can feel his hands upon my shoulders. I can feel his breath hot upon my neck. I eat the first fruit, and as I taste, my lord tastes the skin of my throat, the scent of flowers still lingers.

In the world above, the daylight fades. The wind blows cold among the trees.

The second seed is sucked as my lord kneels at my feet. His hands reach for my breasts, and through the fabric of my gown I feel his caress, first soft, then hard. I watch my nipples rise to strain against the thin golden silk. He takes a small knife away from the table and, holding it delicately, cuts through the neckline of my dress. The fabric tears, parting, exposing white flesh, and falls away.

In the world above, as night draws close, the grasses turn in the wind. Flowers bend. Petals fall.

My nipples are the colour of crimson seeds. The third seed is upon my lips as my lord suckles at my breasts, tracing circles of golden fire with his tongue. They ripen like fruit beneath his kisses.

The world above is dark. The trees are black & bare. Creatures shiver, and shelter where they may.

My lord explores my body, kissing, biting, tasting the length of me. I need to see him. He will not undress. He will not let me touch him. Yet I feel his beauty as my body lifts to press against him, dripping scarlet from his bites. Naked now, my thighs tremble and part slightly. The fourth seed is eaten.

In the world above, frost traces white patterns on brown leaves. The last of the summer fruit returns to the soil beneath the sleeping trees.

I catch my breath as my dark lord parts my thighs hard. His fingers touch me, there, squeezing the juices of my passion. His tongue, questing, thirsts for me, tasting me as I taste the fifth seed upon my tongue.

The world above lies dormant, frozen. A creature caught by cold, harsh air curls and sleeps, stiffens and dies.

He looks into my eyes, my lord, and slowly unlaces his robe to taunt and tempt me. It falls to the ground. He stands before me, proud manhood erect, beautiful. I long to take him in my mouth, to close my lips around that hot, strong flesh, taste the milky jewel glistening as a pearl at its tip. He smiles as he puts instead the sixth seed to my lips. He gathers me to him ~ I twine my legs around his waist and open to his manhood. One hard thrust & I take him deeper and deeper in, bringing me further into my dark lord's realm. The last seed bursts cool upon my tongue as my lord's seed bursts hot within my body.

The world above lies still as death, waiting for spring. Hollow promise. Who can know how hard that promise is to keep?

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