Sensual Seance
I am now possessed by this scandal in a trance hovering over your sex…showing many enthusiasms as our exotic silhouettes dance and perform erotic pirouettes in parallel realms and I generate your wet muscles to spasm. The only difference is, is that there will be no ghostly phantasm.
Now hold my hand as I take control and close your eyes as I stroke your soul, summoning and calling upon Phantasos, a spirit that bestows the trickery and seemingly real unreal sights you see every night while you lie comatose in the arms of slumber. Into the darkness, I have now brought you under. And I will now plunge and plunder deeper and deeper into your wonderland as Phobetor, the god of fearsome dreams, adds the rain and thunder to aid my fearless hunter.
Casting submissive shadows of my lumber that gains even the attention of Nyx, the goddess of nightfall to like all that the she sees. I will now allow her words to be spoken from the tip of my tongue, for her to be heard so you will further believe.
“I am Nyx…goddess of night…and I am the right metaphysical immortal witness of sight to the sexual fitness of the mortal all women and girls love to like in the world by the name of Ol’ Skool. It’s because of the Oneirio that all sex fiends orgasmically drool and have extreme wet dreams of sexing in their next scheme with him using his best tool.
He is a master of the sex duel that you would never love to hate with more than enough lust to waste as he always finds a way to resuscitate any woman that doesn’t trust her fate and feels as it is about to sensually suffocate.”
But, that’s enough today. I had to push her out my way because it’s time for us to fuss and play on satin sheets and pillows as plush as cakes in the middle of open windows and do what freaks do. In the midst of this séance I plan to make you roll your eyes, grip and throw things like a poltergeist that can’t control its cries as we screw.
I’m able to generate multiple paranormal sensations of levitations as I lift you from the séance table with no hesitations submerging myself within your being. And from sunrise to sunset no-one will ever need a spirit trumpet to magnify your whispered voice of spirits to audible ranges as I hump it.
This supernatural feeling has now possessed us both. And, I guarantee that it’s no hoax. A four inch tongue slowly slithers and coasts from the tip of my lips engrossing wildly into the wet crevice that desires it to be more than close the most.
I have conquered you…consumed your essence…captured your spirit…abducted your body…devoured your soul while in submission. You are the sexiest…and just like an exorcist, I’ve conjured up and cast out all of your sexual inhibitions and defenses to play out in many different positions.
So, now that this little exhibition is about over, give me permission to get closer and whisper something into your ears. You are the one that’s not actually here.
You are the apparition and figment of imagination…a supernatural sensation. You now have to return home…because we are both here all alone.
Now hold my hand as I take control and close your eyes as I stroke your soul, summoning and calling upon Phantasos, a spirit that bestows the trickery and seemingly real unreal sights you see every night while you lie comatose in the arms of slumber. Into the darkness, I have now brought you under. And I will now plunge and plunder deeper and deeper into your wonderland as Phobetor, the god of fearsome dreams, adds the rain and thunder to aid my fearless hunter.
Casting submissive shadows of my lumber that gains even the attention of Nyx, the goddess of nightfall to like all that the she sees. I will now allow her words to be spoken from the tip of my tongue, for her to be heard so you will further believe.
“I am Nyx…goddess of night…and I am the right metaphysical immortal witness of sight to the sexual fitness of the mortal all women and girls love to like in the world by the name of Ol’ Skool. It’s because of the Oneirio that all sex fiends orgasmically drool and have extreme wet dreams of sexing in their next scheme with him using his best tool.
He is a master of the sex duel that you would never love to hate with more than enough lust to waste as he always finds a way to resuscitate any woman that doesn’t trust her fate and feels as it is about to sensually suffocate.”
But, that’s enough today. I had to push her out my way because it’s time for us to fuss and play on satin sheets and pillows as plush as cakes in the middle of open windows and do what freaks do. In the midst of this séance I plan to make you roll your eyes, grip and throw things like a poltergeist that can’t control its cries as we screw.
I’m able to generate multiple paranormal sensations of levitations as I lift you from the séance table with no hesitations submerging myself within your being. And from sunrise to sunset no-one will ever need a spirit trumpet to magnify your whispered voice of spirits to audible ranges as I hump it.
This supernatural feeling has now possessed us both. And, I guarantee that it’s no hoax. A four inch tongue slowly slithers and coasts from the tip of my lips engrossing wildly into the wet crevice that desires it to be more than close the most.
I have conquered you…consumed your essence…captured your spirit…abducted your body…devoured your soul while in submission. You are the sexiest…and just like an exorcist, I’ve conjured up and cast out all of your sexual inhibitions and defenses to play out in many different positions.
So, now that this little exhibition is about over, give me permission to get closer and whisper something into your ears. You are the one that’s not actually here.
You are the apparition and figment of imagination…a supernatural sensation. You now have to return home…because we are both here all alone.
I need for you to stop and listen and not fear it. Give me your permission to locate and summon some spirits that’s been teasing near it, yet pleasing every woman since wet dreams first began commencing and coming into existence.
Allow me to show you my persistence. I will go the distance…meditating and concentrating to contact the resistance of the missing underworld and be the medium for Morpheus, the Greek god of dreams, and Hypnos, the god of sleep as we seep deep into your cerebral seams to force you to leak from the sensuous words we speak.
And no cheap Ouija board is required on the floor as I channel through the entire live wire to acquire the flames of fires that fuel your desires that sit atop your inner erotic mantle and core like burning candles over admired orgasms.
Allow me to show you my persistence. I will go the distance…meditating and concentrating to contact the resistance of the missing underworld and be the medium for Morpheus, the Greek god of dreams, and Hypnos, the god of sleep as we seep deep into your cerebral seams to force you to leak from the sensuous words we speak.
And no cheap Ouija board is required on the floor as I channel through the entire live wire to acquire the flames of fires that fuel your desires that sit atop your inner erotic mantle and core like burning candles over admired orgasms.
(Soundtrack provided and produced by Ol' Skool)