As he walked into the bustling room with gorgeous women and the men who desired them, the boy was overcome by the disparity of the couples represented. This little French restaurant oozed sensuality; to the degree that they feature pornographic nudity on the website, much to the chargrin of those who are prudish. This place was decorated like a circus, with seating on a patio under twinkling lights, and hung curtains. Each table was intimate, made to have the couples sit dangerously close, close in a way the boy knew was a privilege. He was nervous. Nervous that on this Valentines Day, he'd be in to have his wildest fantasy brought to life. He might actually get to be inside of her, his dream girl.
The Goddess wore a tight fitted dress, adorned with white flowers that hugged her hips. She looked just like someone out of a old classic movie with bouncing curls, tempting red lips, and clacking heels that caused all of the men to stop and stare. It was a busy place, but this Goddess pulled all of the focus of the room. Her stroll oozed confidence and sensuality; to stand next to her was more than a dream, it was a fantasy.
The boy and the Goddess were seated in the middle of the restaurant. Their small, intimate table was hard not to notice by the rest of the guests. To see them together was all too confusing as she was divine and he knew himself to be truly beneath her. How he managed to take her out this night... a night of love and intimacy, a night of seduction and glamour, a night that so many others had clamored for? The only explanation, the only reason that a boy like this could be in the presence of someone so magnificent was that he was imprisoned to her.
Her charms over dinner were intoxicating. How could he not notice the little key that continued to tease and taunt him, knowing that little key was a reminder of her dangerous mind games that she would destroy his ego with later. She would unlock him, but he knew that something would ruin the experience, she always had a wicked idea that would destroy whatever love he wished to share. Over dinner, they talked of his devotion, of the ways in which he wanted to sacrifice for her, of how perfect she looked right now in this moment. They talked about keeping him locked away for her amusement his entire life and what that would mean. They talked of the ways that she would torture him, abuse him, and he would want her anyway. She was ruthless and relentless and mocked him for his inability to resist her. Two hours carried on like this and then the two held hands as they waltzed to the car in anticipation.
Upon arriving in her home, a home decorated with expensive trinkets, gold frames and luxurious silks; she instructed the boy to remove his clothes and drink her in. This Valentine's Day would hurt him, but his need and desire would overtake any fear and suffering that was yet to come.
She teasingly removed her dress, and beckoned him to stay beneath her as she leaned back, under her draped canopy, awaiting his service. His tongue began lapping up the wetness of her. Her smell filled his senses, with the perfume of her perfectly designed altar. He was now at her church, and ready to pray. First he began with light licks, but it didn't take long before he was consumed and he succumbed to the power of her dripping desire. His eyes filled with tears that he could have her in this moment, knowing that he was tasting divinity, this was her gift to him, perhaps the only kind offering she'd give him this night. It was as he began to think about how badly he wished he could have her, that she crept a slight devastating smile, one that would torture him forever.
"Do you see what I do to you little boy? All I have to do is lay back, and you are weak to me. This is my power as a Goddess. This is my power has the most beautiful Woman who's ever existed." She could feel her orgasm coming on, about to crash through her, the pulses were making him want to take her in more, making him more hungry. As soon as it came, the ripples of her orgasm shook the room. Her hips jetted into the air, her head tilted back, her breasts heaved, and drool trickled down her chin.
