“Which others would you like to have touch and taste you? You can say none. You can say all. Time has no meaning at my gatherings. You can indulge again and again, and for the last god waiting to have you as his, no time will have seemed to pass.” Oh my. I was doomed indeed, for I didn’t think I could tell him no with my senses overrun. If I gave in, if I stayed and succumbed like he asked, I might never be more than a pleasure puppet. That idea held some appeal if it could always feel like this, like strings of ecstasy were being slowly pulled through each pore of my body, traveling under the
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