THE ART OF PLEASURING IS THE ART OF DECEPTION
I WANT TO KNOW THIS NOT AS KNOWLEDGE BUT AS AN EXPERIMENT
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The debate the debacle of it was so interesting yet it had taken a while to get to this wonderful place the excitement, pure rush and exhilaration flowing up her spine yes this, this was the life that she craved. As if someone held a partially loaded gun to her head and spun the barrel, sensitive to the lightest wind each moment sent shudders across her skin. Oh the sensations were pure bliss, a wonder which she had not come across often. Whilst a soft sigh was released her skirt rode up as she slumped, a wooden bench being a place of seating for those of lower class than her, its worn horizontal beams all next to each other as if it were a casual chatting place. One leg kicked over, her foot bouncing as she relaxed back, time seemed to pass slowly as noodles slid down her throat. The relaxed guard seemed to be mindless as he sat meters away from the young lad, balanced in one hand the warmth from the noodle box soothed her excited nerves. It was as if the stars were being created within her, yet the shocking energy within did little to distract her from the scene which was being created around her. It had begun to bore her of late, the general populace agreeing with her thoughts on how the debates, whilst sometimes it was possible to save foods through the uses of spice and flavour, yet one had to accept when it was necessary to remove the entire dish. Noodles twirled around the glistening strands started to slip off her chopsticks for just a moment, late evening before the night shift workers presented themselves to the world. Hollow footsteps shadowed across stone pathways which swirled around her bench, the world seemed so peaceful. It was odd for her to enjoy peaceful quiet, as normally the stagnant air of this earth drove her closer to the brink of insanity and boredom. A feeling as if it were a heavy pillow being pressed across her face enveloped her, the excitement of possible premature death.
It had taken a short while, yet in a way similar to an amateur chessplayer the routine had settled into these guards seemed far too relaxed, and informal sunday stroll of sorts. It had been the last one, the prawn slung across the fine end of her chopsticks its solitary presence signaling the end of her seated time. Within moments the foreshadowing burst of juices erupted from inside the sweet oceanic gift as it was crushed gently between her incisors. Carton left on the ground it was as if the noodle box no longer held any interest to her, as it had been abandoned in hopes that it cause something interesting to happen. Gently brushing across slight feathers of dust floated drown from her skirt, the outfit being one she was familiar with as it transformed her into quite a docile looking creature. With half of her true form shoving everyone seemed to let down their guard against a young girl with cat ears, a maid like dress accompanied the idea of her being harmless, perhaps a staff member of sorts. They twirled across her fingers softly before the young girl snapped it to a halt, their smooth sides clutched in one hand as the doors slid open with ease, the candidates had rooms near each other in this elaborate hotel, which had facades and decorations sprawling across every flat surface. Little sows eliminating most sounds normally caused by movements as the swirling skirts she wore rustled against each other layer of fabric. Traditional almost she could have considered the clothes she wore to be typical or boring yet it seemed quite perfect as many in the building let her pass without a glance. A few in the corridors started walking towards her yet got distracted as a little bell happened to appear jingling at their ankles, more silent than ever the ‘maid’ appeared to wear a choker now instead of a collar. How simple changes could greatly affect the overall look of ones outfit.
Corridors swept out from under her feet as the walls passed in a twisting isle of colour darkened by three shades as she drew closer. Two doors out of sight from each other, one guard by each surely it wouldn’t be too hard. Perked up as she neared his eyes seemed to latch onto the small face that she wore. A gruff voice asking what business she had it took a mere moment for her to shift from foot to foot, face contorting into one of emotional distress and anxiety. All she needed was a moment, yet he seemed intent on not allowing himself a chance to relax with a strange woman standing before him. Movements of the hips, elbows squishing together her breasts. ”I am located the chicken!” For such an odd thing to be spoken, she allowed Tiresias Kardia to engulf her in power as the chopsticks swirled with colour from Phoneus Krima, neck in deep enough for the two stick like utensils to meet resistance, under the ribs once then twice. Bodyguards couldn’t all be as easily served as him surely. Blood flicked off, decorating the carpet with its luscious colouration. The door pushed open, a nearby vase was plucked up as it completed the alibi of being a hotel maid. The two contenders with seemed to be playing chess, hardly glancing at her a second time. Moving to chance flowers the vases were exchanges, wight settled in her hands, that of a thick porcelain vase. Casually as if it were a social sport the object was swung towards the male contenders head, a crack appearing in both the vase and his skull as liquid seemed to bubble forth from both. Shattered before it met the ground she had dropped the vase in favour of her enhanced chopsticks. Plunged in it seemed the lack of a solid brain prevented this candidate from becoming ambassador and her chopsticks from sinking in deeply. Cillary Hlinton seemed far too shocked by the performance that she merely sat there agape, not that livestock could do any better. Snatched up a pawn from the chess set balanced in her hand before it was forced through the eye socket of the woman.
Endangering, exposed oh no that performance had merely been one of gratitude and energy, for the debacle of a debate week had turned out to be quite amusing as the deed had been done and she now knew who to vote for. Artwork, it was quite wonderful!
The debate the debacle of it was so interesting yet it had taken a while to get to this wonderful place the excitement, pure rush and exhilaration flowing up her spine yes this, this was the life that she craved. As if someone held a partially loaded gun to her head and spun the barrel, sensitive to the lightest wind each moment sent shudders across her skin. Oh the sensations were pure bliss, a wonder which she had not come across often. Whilst a soft sigh was released her skirt rode up as she slumped, a wooden bench being a place of seating for those of lower class than her, its worn horizontal beams all next to each other as if it were a casual chatting place. One leg kicked over, her foot bouncing as she relaxed back, time seemed to pass slowly as noodles slid down her throat. The relaxed guard seemed to be mindless as he sat meters away from the young lad, balanced in one hand the warmth from the noodle box soothed her excited nerves. It was as if the stars were being created within her, yet the shocking energy within did little to distract her from the scene which was being created around her. It had begun to bore her of late, the general populace agreeing with her thoughts on how the debates, whilst sometimes it was possible to save foods through the uses of spice and flavour, yet one had to accept when it was necessary to remove the entire dish. Noodles twirled around the glistening strands started to slip off her chopsticks for just a moment, late evening before the night shift workers presented themselves to the world. Hollow footsteps shadowed across stone pathways which swirled around her bench, the world seemed so peaceful. It was odd for her to enjoy peaceful quiet, as normally the stagnant air of this earth drove her closer to the brink of insanity and boredom. A feeling as if it were a heavy pillow being pressed across her face enveloped her, the excitement of possible premature death.
It had taken a short while, yet in a way similar to an amateur chessplayer the routine had settled into these guards seemed far too relaxed, and informal sunday stroll of sorts. It had been the last one, the prawn slung across the fine end of her chopsticks its solitary presence signaling the end of her seated time. Within moments the foreshadowing burst of juices erupted from inside the sweet oceanic gift as it was crushed gently between her incisors. Carton left on the ground it was as if the noodle box no longer held any interest to her, as it had been abandoned in hopes that it cause something interesting to happen. Gently brushing across slight feathers of dust floated drown from her skirt, the outfit being one she was familiar with as it transformed her into quite a docile looking creature. With half of her true form shoving everyone seemed to let down their guard against a young girl with cat ears, a maid like dress accompanied the idea of her being harmless, perhaps a staff member of sorts. They twirled across her fingers softly before the young girl snapped it to a halt, their smooth sides clutched in one hand as the doors slid open with ease, the candidates had rooms near each other in this elaborate hotel, which had facades and decorations sprawling across every flat surface. Little sows eliminating most sounds normally caused by movements as the swirling skirts she wore rustled against each other layer of fabric. Traditional almost she could have considered the clothes she wore to be typical or boring yet it seemed quite perfect as many in the building let her pass without a glance. A few in the corridors started walking towards her yet got distracted as a little bell happened to appear jingling at their ankles, more silent than ever the ‘maid’ appeared to wear a choker now instead of a collar. How simple changes could greatly affect the overall look of ones outfit.
Corridors swept out from under her feet as the walls passed in a twisting isle of colour darkened by three shades as she drew closer. Two doors out of sight from each other, one guard by each surely it wouldn’t be too hard. Perked up as she neared his eyes seemed to latch onto the small face that she wore. A gruff voice asking what business she had it took a mere moment for her to shift from foot to foot, face contorting into one of emotional distress and anxiety. All she needed was a moment, yet he seemed intent on not allowing himself a chance to relax with a strange woman standing before him. Movements of the hips, elbows squishing together her breasts. ”I am located the chicken!” For such an odd thing to be spoken, she allowed Tiresias Kardia to engulf her in power as the chopsticks swirled with colour from Phoneus Krima, neck in deep enough for the two stick like utensils to meet resistance, under the ribs once then twice. Bodyguards couldn’t all be as easily served as him surely. Blood flicked off, decorating the carpet with its luscious colouration. The door pushed open, a nearby vase was plucked up as it completed the alibi of being a hotel maid. The two contenders with seemed to be playing chess, hardly glancing at her a second time. Moving to chance flowers the vases were exchanges, wight settled in her hands, that of a thick porcelain vase. Casually as if it were a social sport the object was swung towards the male contenders head, a crack appearing in both the vase and his skull as liquid seemed to bubble forth from both. Shattered before it met the ground she had dropped the vase in favour of her enhanced chopsticks. Plunged in it seemed the lack of a solid brain prevented this candidate from becoming ambassador and her chopsticks from sinking in deeply. Cillary Hlinton seemed far too shocked by the performance that she merely sat there agape, not that livestock could do any better. Snatched up a pawn from the chess set balanced in her hand before it was forced through the eye socket of the woman.
Endangering, exposed oh no that performance had merely been one of gratitude and energy, for the debacle of a debate week had turned out to be quite amusing as the deed had been done and she now knew who to vote for. Artwork, it was quite wonderful!
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