Shadowstar Boxer
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Zephyr The Vandal Part 3
Daedalus and Penance Mission: Tame the Ego Rumael unbuttoned his support tunic, dropped the upper half of his formal robes, and faced the door in spite of my ogling at his improved physique. The last time we saw each other he had the moderately fit body of an athlete in training. This night he effortlessly personified muscular perfection for his height. Both his arms lifted above his head and pushed the cast iron doors apart as if they were pillows. I watched the major and minor muscle systems of his arms connect to his near herculean shoulders and back; a chiseled embodiment of pure, animalistic male sexuality. Rumael stood between the doors and held them open with flawless symmetry, leaving enough space for me to slip underneath either side and make my dramatically sensual entrance. Zephyr the Vandal, fingers wrapping into Rumael’s waistband to use the living statue as leverage, breasts sandwiching and squeezing against his torso, stepped into the chamber interior to get a good look at what was ahead. There were no less than ten women fawning over, tasting, serving, and whispering honey dipped words to Baron Daedalus. Their chattering sounded like excited children, their moans sopping with sensuous vibrato whether feigned or genuine.
By Shadowstar Boxer6 years ago in Filthy
Zephyr The Vandal Part 2
Gran Seraf Memories towered over me in the form of a granite archway trimmed with white gold and held fast by four pewter columns. Just beyond the impressive stone entrance was an elaborately framed mahogany double door that stood at least four feet above me. For a moment, I was again a sixteen year old girl; adjusting my misshapen bra, looking up at the monstrous wooden gates as if they would open on their own. I placed one palm against the resin coated beads that decorated the wood carved ribbon sloping down from top to middle. It may sound strange that I felt at home while entering a plush bathhouse known for decadence, corruption, and sexual deviance, but the world had left my younger self with little or no choice. My options included homelessness, incarceration, or quite possibly a rancid life of random unwanted pregnancies. Perhaps I could have subjected myself to an American street life of poverty and illegal substances shared with the dregs. Even more “ghetto fabulous” would have been a careless drowning into the pitfalls of uninspired, unmotivated, cowardly, abusive pimps. I could have lent myself to the care of one lucky ponce so that he could barely generate any income, break bread with vagrants, and pay for their protection with my ungracefully aging husk of a soulless human shell.
By Shadowstar Boxer6 years ago in Filthy
Zephyr The Vandal
ZEPHYR THE VANDAL Prelude to Paradise What would it take for you to understand the depth of emotion required to control another human being? Is there a threshold across which you will not tread? If so then you should probably stop here. My research spares no eye, cushions no ego, and fosters no will from either end of the spectrum of physical and psychological influence. Is there insubordination in your heart, defiance in your soul? If so then YOU should ALSO stop here. Shut these pages before returning this scarcely printed collection of truths paralleled by my own narrative of personal experiences. All others, especially those of you with a crippling love sickness coursing through your veins, please stay with me and learn the glorious multiverse of mind manipulation, sexual perfection, and unrivaled pleasure through absolute vulnerability to your beloved partner.
By Shadowstar Boxer6 years ago in Filthy