Fate Steps In

I was at home wondering if I should purchase something to alleviate this boredom, phone Caspar and invent rumours about him to inspire neurosis or to obliterate the day with fine brandy and dreams of the scent of minxie when my sister rudely interrupted my musings. Now my sister does not live with me however our homes share the same land area. It is called a compound, something my illustrious great grandfather built when he realised that the Dubois do not live as others live. The other two manses are respectively occupied by my cousin Elyce and her family and Ladonna an Aunt by marriage, a former stripper and woman of unceasing vocal abilities.

My sister wanders in with her wrist bandaged as it appears that a customer had dropped something onto her wrist and now she is unable to drive herself about. I was about to suggest that she borrow Ladonna's driver when the sky filmed over with most marvelous storm clouds. Never one to avoid danger, I am rather partial to driving in violent thunderstorms so I agreed to take her to the Vanderhag for whatever brew these witches are concocting.

Once there I am rewarded for my generosity a hundredfold for what do I find there looking so gloriously pale like a lost lamb, is none other than my darling minxie. I am almost faint with desire for it is only my lust that keeps me upright and I ensure minxie is kept in my view. My sister and the hag wander off when the storm hits and her array of children start running about closing the million French doors they appear to have built into their home.

I of course stay glued to my minxie and the minute we are alone in a dim sitting room the fates intervene once more-- for at that second the heavens ignite and the power is cut out. In that dark room lit only by lightning I can see her eyes, like glowing gray jewels enticing me, daring me to explode, driving me mad with desire. I cannot control myself any longer and I leap upon my precious kissing her with a wild abandon that consumes me to my very essence.

I take her in my arms and press my body against hers until I can feel the wild beating of her heart. She tries to speak but her words are lost as I rake her mouth with my tongue until she quivers uncontrollably, her hands pressing against my chest, but she can no more set me aside than push a mountain.

Then we are rudely interrupted by Vanderhag’s minor son who happens upon us and stars starts ranting discord expressing his disgust. My minxie is too overcome to speak and as my sister chose that moment to call me away so I left her to the envy of her friends and the squawking of the surf idiot. The taste of her encompasses my entire being as my skin burns with her scent, how I long to feel her quiver once more, her satin skin naked beneath mine. I will own every part of you my delightful minxie, before you even realise you are possessed.

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