The Grace of Gervais

Today I did something so clever I almost impressed myself as I was practicing my usual brand of self restraint and general disinterest, I managed to keep from calling minxie up to hear her voice. I stayed alone in my office savouring her delectable memory and wondering how to approach her without startling my little precious. For a second I was transported from the dreary surroundings and all I could feel was the satin of her skin beneath me while I breathed in the scent of her hair, her sighs were in my ears as we lay naked with velvet covers caressing our skins. I could feel her moans in my mouth as my lips explored hers and her body writhing under mine drove me into ecstasy.

However the clatter of dismal drones brought me back to the confines of my work, much to my irritation and here in this world of business I am not allowed to shred the clothes from her creamy white skin. I stayed lost in desire, realising that now was the moment for restraint. If I am to ensnare her into my world, for minxie was growing quickly from the child adrift into the world into a young lady capable of making decisions, then I must make my move before she comes into the knowledge of her own power. Her virginal sweetness still precedes her and I find myself lost in the sweet delight of what I am about to conquer. Yes of course, I have had the joy of corrupting other delicious treats but none had the depths of my darling, trying to make sense in a senseless world, to hold onto what she is dear to her without the mawkish dredging up of puritanical sentiments, for in this town hypocrisy their true god. Minxie and her graces save her from this as she has the courage of a true heart and nothing excites me more, wants to invite me to their own destruction, more than the pure.

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