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This blog might be my most explicit and shocking to date so I warn those tender of soul not to read further.

It's been brought to my attention that I have a real gift with words. Up until a few minutes ago, I saved my best work for someone special, but then she pointed out that it should be out there, for all to read. So, instead of hiding my "gift" from the rest of the world, I decided to share it with you, to do with it however you please.

This would also be a good time to note the PG-13 or even M rating for this blog. Forgive the poor structure and raggidy feel of the story, it was originally a series of text messages. I thought about editing it first, but then again, I didn't want it to lose any of its ... charm. Enjoy.

Almost midnight. I'm heading for club Persephone. Appropriate name, since once you enter this place, you go straight to the Underworld. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and desire. Everybody's already sitting at their tables, drinks in hand. The alcohol flows freely. I find a place near the stage. A glass of rhum awaits me. I take a sip. Already I can feel it working its way through my system. Then, at the stroke of midnight, all eyes turn to the stage...

Curtains rise. Breaths are held. Backs are straightened. Up comes you. A vision in fiery red lingerie. With one look you make half the room cum in their pants. You're a natural. Your body moves in a way only goddesses can. You defy Aphrodite herself with your gaze.

As the music swells and fills up the place, your body starts to sway. Your nails dig dip into your thighs and work their way up and down. I feel something stirring inside me. It wants out. But you're pulling the strings. I am under your spell. I am your puppet.

You wet your lips, making me wish I was your lipstick.

You touch your breasts, making me want to be the silk that covers them from the world.

You open your legs. No place I'd rather be.

The air is electric. My pants suddenly too tight. Everybody in town comes here just for you. But you are my Persephone. My way down.

You unhook your bra and toss it in my direction. I pick it up. It smells of you. I'm bursting inside.

Your show is heating up the place. The smoke circles your legs, aching to touch you, to be inside of you. And finally, you deliver the audience from tension and start to take off your panties. As one side slowly descends, I can see the gorgeous line between your hips, leading down to Nirvana, my destination.

There you are. Naked. Wanted. Waiting.

Then, the curtain falls. No time like the present, I think to myself. I run up the stage, behind the curtain. You're picking up your panties. I put my foot down and say "You won't need these anymore."

You look up, straight at me. You want it too. Your breasts are covered in your sweat. I completely lose control. I grab you and pull you up against the wall. As you wrap your legs around me, you pull my pants down. I think I'm going to explode. I never wanted anything this badly in my life. I take your hands and hold them above your head, you're mine now.

The air becomes too thick to even breathe. Suddenly everything turns dark.

When we both regain consciousness, we're lying on the floor. I turn around and look at you. I just know that there's no going back anymore. This is where I'll stay. In the Underworld, with you as my Persephone, my Queen. Nobody else will do.

Okay, so I told you guys this was heavy stuff. Thought I should tell you that I did edit this version a little bit, as the text messages were a bit more explicit on the whole 'deed' thing. But I thought that was maybe too much for this blog -or yourself- to handle. Of course, for those who want the full version, come see me. We'll talk.

As for now, I'm signing off. It's almost midnight after all...