Twilight sifts through the skylight to the spacious white room of shimmering veils.
The interdim walk-in had been caught in the sleek voluptuous form of the Icelandic housemaid, Dagmaer. I had not deciphered how to ask the walk-in to stay for my pleasure.
For the alien being, human bodies were rooms to step into, stardust sprinkled on the sentient ego at the threshold, a dreamy symbiosis seamlessly secured.
All I’d had to do to keep this creamy dream intact was hashish the maid’s brownie craving. The walk-in maid hybrid was mine for the taking.
AerieL etherealized Dagmaer, the hearty maid of quick laughter, yet whose fugue states foretold this communion.
The round bed revolves as overhead crystals cast faint rainbow rays on the lush tousled figure, supine.
She’s wearing an unzipped black leather jacket and an iridescent thong, nothing more. Her hands are tied with a silken scarf behind her head, secured to the invisible packed fucking machine of tomorrow that serves as a headboard.
The mischievous blue-gray eyes of Dagmaer were given an eerier cast by AerieL’s inquisitive presence from worlds unknown. Those glistening eyes follow me as I slowly circle the bed.
I had gleaned one hundred cryptic glyphs for desire from the alien walk-in AerieL, when I’d first become aware of her presence in the body of my maid. She had meshed the broken English of Dagmaer speaking, with a telepathic projection of alien glyphs ever cryptic, into my receptive mind.
I had spent the previous evening reviewing these glyphs in my mind, probing for labyrinthine meanings, vertiginous scenarios, shades of desire – even vividly animated properties.
First I paint an indigo glyph of heaven where her third eye waits.
My two-tiered captive paramour’s eyelids flutter, her eyes roll back, lips forming a beatific smile. Her breathing becomes more rapid as unimaginable scenes of delight play in her head.
The indigo glyph on her forehead pulses, dilates, flutters vulvic.
Charmed by the increasingly undulant movements of her arousal, I open her jacket all the way, my eyes feasting on the breathing rise and fall of her full beautiful breasts.
I slo-mo swan dive to kiss and nibble and suck her succulent cherry nipples. Warmly they harden in my mouth as she sighs and moans softly.
I rise up, savoring, adoring her magnificent breasts, and cherry pert nipples, admiring her undulant gorgeous body, transfixed by the morphing glyph on her forehead.
It now resembles a tiny blueberry pussy.
Marveling, I bend down again and begin tonguing the exquisite labia, sucking the tiny blueberry clit.
The effect is electric, immediate, as my duo-darling shudders, shivers, quivers, quakes in her first unearthly orgasm.
The awesome beauty of her sex tsunami is emblazoned in my memory forever.
Later, lost in timeless love, I caress her more gently breathing body with plumes of swan dipped in elixir of eidolon.
The next glyph is crimson heart bound.
The merry eerie eyes of Dagmaer/AerieL watch me with ardent adoring expectation.
There are six chakras to go before dawn.
(to be continued)
© 2005 Peace Wilson