Afternoon Desire

It appears that minxie is determined to court my displeasure openly for today she ate lunch again with the mountainous suitor from her work. I despair as to why she puts me in such a position that I must break her heart over and over until she realizes the only recourse left to her is me, my will, my whims, my choices. She will persist in these mindless dalliances no doubt under the misconception that Simon is indeed as he appears, the affable giant who can protect her from the woes of the world.

If only she knew Simon as I know Simon then she might not be so eager to court his company as his current estrangement from his father was nicely engineered by me, he learned the hard way that one does not refuse me anything, at least not without a price and that price can be a lifetime of payment.

I discovered her luncheon through a bitter call of recrimination from Tim whose fascination for Simon has made him spiteful and a very useful ally at this moment. He tells me everything minxie does and I reassure him that she is not going to be allowed to continue her dalliance with the mountain for much longer which pleased the little tart to no end. Caspar in his lack of any sort of direction has been too busy sleeping both sides of the bed to keep close enough tabs on minxie and I tired of having the sharp angles of his assistant poke me in bed while poking me out of it for social entry into a world that would reject her sharp nose the second she poked it in.

I will wait for the right moment to strike as discipline is a fine art and to instill just enough fear to ensure your quarry can still function is indeed a careful skill. After work I followed her and sat unobserved in the distance watching my little minxie converse with her friends it was here that I can contemplate the best way to reach through her barriers and leave her defenseless. She has a natural, fresh, vibrant essence that lights up the very room about her as her delicate laugh tinkled in the air. I saw her moist lips tender and unsullied, making me burn until I ached for her satin skin beneath my fingertips. I wanted to grab her silken hair, yank her head back, feel her tongue inside my mouth and these dreams kept distracting until my desire consumed me forcing me to search for dear Lynx who could always find time to sate my many and varied passions.

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