Pride and the Passion

I am consumed with pride over my little minxie today for she showed herself to be completely worthy of my undivided attentions. How her serene manipulations have set my heart on fire and had me hard with thoughts of her. Today when I took my somewhat friend Caspar Royale to the cafe for a mixture of refreshment and amusement (we are refreshed by a latte and amused by the gawks of little misses who practically drip with desire to be close to Caspar) when I spotted my little minx sitting with a group of her vacant adornments. I believe she is under the misapprehension they are her friends and from the look of annoyance on her face, harmony was lacking in their exchanges. Seeing us enter, she waved us over and asked if we would like to join them, naturally I was both amused and perplexed by her actions, minxie usually avoids me with studious grace.

Of course her bovine friends were all agog to have Caspar and I sit at their table and were blatant in their simpering and sycophancy, these girls were aware it would do them no harm to be seen with the two most eligible men in town. The moment we settled down at the table, the little minx jumps up and leaves generating a look of hate from her friends that gratified me far more than making another million. Her intended absence suggests that they had anticipated she would be the focus of my attentions while they could play with Caspar and to say they were a little miffed at being left to deal with me would be a large understatement.

It was almost worth her absence to see her new depths as she wandered off looking pleased with herself before she could discover that my hair smelled of honey and sex and before I could allow her the knowledge that I longed to taste her screams of lust in my mouth.

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