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Once upon a time...
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Once upon a time... Once upon a time there was a princess. She ruled a land called Acadianus, which most geography buffs know lies to the east of Texas and is the only foreign country whose borders lie entirely within the continental United States. Princess Lami (pronounced LAY-mee), Amazonian in stature, was a beloved and feared leader of her people. Beloved for her strength and beauty and feared for her limitless power and control. She was not born to the position of princess, but had ascended to the lofty position for her ability to control the utilization of a rare commodity necessary to sustain life in Acadianus called "labiaureola". As long as labiaureola was kept in her sole possession, she would never be want of worshippers. Both male and female of her species desired her labiaureola and she parsed it out as she saw fit. At times sparingly and at others more generously based upon her mood and time of the month. Most of her worshippers lived in a neighboring village called Machisballs. These people were an often warring tribe but were transformed into a mindless docil hord by the mere thought of labiaureola. These magnificent warriors were literally brought to their knees when allowed to taste the princess' labiaureola and were willing to perform any task the princess required, except (for the most part) open their wallets. Worshippers would come to attend the Princess as often as she allowed, but she would grow weary of their presence and banish them to the outlying properties that surrounded her kingdom, such as Galveston and Houston. Then one day a neighboring tribe member found himself in Acadianus and requested an audience with Princess Lami. She suffered his attention only as an amusement. He was an odd looking creature. His pigment being green as opposed to the lovely blue of her people. He would dance about and make her laugh at his outlandish tales of debauchery in his neighboring land. Such debauchery was not unknown in Acadianus, but was certainly not practiced by the Princess. Sure, some of the lesser of her species would submit themselves to such things, but the Princess, with her labiaureola, never had to stoop to such indignities. "Let THEM eat ass" she would say when queried about such activities, "for I am beloved and would never have to exert such energy." Still, she would listen and laugh and grew tolerant, if not fond, of this odd stranger. He would return to his land upon occasion and she would notice, more and more, that she actually missed him and found herself longing for his return. Sure enough her powers had indeed intrigued the emerald visitor and he could not stay away for long. He had desires that one day, whether out of pity or curiosity, the Princess would favor him with a taste of her labiaureola. While she was curious, she was very cautious. This is a stranger from a foreign land. Who knows what germs he carries? He may even be one of THOSE people that secrete that vile substance, spericum, which her tribe (quite erroneously, I might add) believed was deadly and quite poisonous, especially when ingested. These vile creatures were known to deposit this fluid on the tongues of unsuspecting victims while their attentions were diverted. OH, the horror! The parade of the cowering Machisballs continue, each more emasculated than the last, willing to do anything for a small taste of her labiaureola. A few are allowed, many are expelled. Even another of those "green" men had the audacity to present himself to the Princess and request her favor. She took one look, laughed, and turned away. He skulked away in shame... "Bring me no more of these unworthy creatures!, she bellowed. "I refer not to only the green foreigners, but the Machisballs are not to be seen again. It's always the same thing. They come and beg at my feet, get a taste, and scurry away happily. Have they no imagination? Why is it that only I am worthy of my own nectar? Why, if I had the proper equipment, only I would be allowed to sample my labiaureola!" So it was several months that none were allowed to taste. Princess Lami began tasting her labiaureola more and more as time passes. She too has become obsessed with its narcotic affect. At times when she required more than she could produce she took to outside stimulation, even to the extent of watching Machisball on Machisball porn! She was clearly out of control. The only one who could return her to sanity was her silly little green friend. Instead of dismissing his humorous tales, she began listening, REALLY listening to his tales. The affect of these tales were that of an aphrodisiac, ever bit as stimulating as the beloved porn with which she had become accustomed to watch. The labiaureola flowed freely now, in almost unlimited quantities. She often feared that her attendants would detect the odor of the labiaureola on her person. He spoke of forbidden trists whereby those of his world and of hers actually mixed their flow in a swirling manner and produced another amazing libation. The combination of the blue and green produced "blue green" (always this author's favorite crayon). She became "flushed" from hearing his stories. Was it getting warm in the room? He even spoke of the physical connection of green bodies and blue, not in the customary manner, but with the blue citizen's body reversed, facing away from the Greener (as they had were known). Was this possible? Surely not! It would never fit in there! "It can and will, my Princess", says her green suitor. Before she can run away or call for her guards, she is reversed and connected to him as he said. "Oh shit, that hurts! But....but....but in a good way", she stammers. He reverses her once again and continues in the customary fashion, although rarely seen between the two species. "Mutha fucka!",she wales. "How can this be? And what the hell is vibrating against the inner walls of my labiaureola vessel?" "My lady," says the Greener, "it is merely a vibrating orb ring designed for your pleasure. If your previous suitors had some imagination and were willing to open their wallets a bit, they too could have pleasured you in this manner..." His entertainment did not stop there. Once again she is twisted in such a manner that her oral cavity comes dangerously close to his connecting instrument, and before she can protest, she succors it, and again she feels the special connection. Even the fear of the poison secretion has, temporarily, been suspended. "Oh my", she says, "it is a bit thicker than I expected coming from a Greener", that species not known for having large connectors. Later, as they both lay together, spent, she has time to reflect. What just happened? Why am I smiling so much? This wasn't meant to be. And yet, she cannot wait for it to happen again. Could it be that after all her predispositions, all which she considered taboo, was actually pleasant? No, no, not pleasant. Much more than that. Actually desired! She squeals in delight, but then quiets herself for fear of being heard by her loyal subjects. They wouldn't understand. They may even shun her and some may not worship her. No, THIS, she will not share. The cost would be too great, the result, too painful. But as long as she wishes, the strange little man of a differing hue, will continue, not to serve and worship her, but to share in their mutual connecting activities that when shared and performed equally, brings such tremendous joy. Furthermore, she realizes that to bring such pleasure to her green friend serves only to increase her own pleasure, far above that which she felt when she only had to lay there and be worshipped. |
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If it's made into a movie, it could be called "Vulvatar". I see a whole new career now...
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9/9/2010 1:13 pm |
Nice!
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