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class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"> style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">I am truly fascinated and consumed by art
for is very cool to me. I am totally into detailed drawings, paintings
and old world engravings. I love sculpture and architecture, music and
poetry; literature and cinema at its best and lovemaking with a special
one; the Creative Arts in
general.

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"> style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">As I enter the Art Gallery, the anxiety is
overwhelming as always when I am confronted with works; great or
otherwise, executed by gifted individuals. I feel a certain affinity
with each that I fancy, camaraderie, a universal bond and kinship, a
brother/sisterhood, if you will. A most natural and contenting high,
yeah?Strolling down the long, pristine corridor of the museum, taking
in various scenes of The Passion and The Martyrdom of The Saints, etc.,
I notice you, staring at me as if mesmerized and so, horny. In my own
way, I am somewhat reserved so I pretend not to notice any of this,
slowly working my way towards the fifteenth century engravings and
woodcuts that reside upstairs. Engrossed in a masterwork by Albrecht
Durer entitled: "The Knight, Death, And the Devil", I feel someone very
close behind me, subtly perfumed; deep, even breaths most audible to no
one but me. "Do not turn around just yet", you whisper forcefully in my
ear, causing my heart to palpitate in soft apprehension. "You are a
beautiful, handsome specimen; let me admire you from a distance just a
little lon??..ger". In the midst of this rather unexpected yet welcome
utterance, I feel soft, delicate fingers caressing my shoulders, moving
down to my torso, reaching into my pockets, stroking my abruptly
awakening sex. I do not move; all I can do is remain constant thus
meditating upon Durer's masterwork as you skillfully stroke my cock in
whorish confidence, steadily whispering: "Ooooh yes?You are a handsome
specimen. I want you?Oooh shit; your cock is so soft to the touch. So
velvety smooth; you know, I can feel your veins pumping?Ooooh! I've
been following your ass for an hour. I came here as a patron of the
arts but what most intrigues me in this building right now is you. Tell
me something, boy. If I were to take you into the women's restroom,
would you do it? Would you fuck me because that is what I want; I want
you to fuck me in the women's restroom of this museum!! Let's just say
that I've been inspired ".

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is becoming very much like some fantastic dream in which I have
absolutely no control, to say the
least.

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so I am led?

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"> style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">White tiles; Vanity mirrors, polished
chrome; the pristine disinfection achieving the sublime perfection of
hygiene and toiletries as art? I ponder this lofty ideal distantly
amidst sparkling decorative porcelains and the cool, cozy yet sterile
indifference of the fluorescent lighting all around and about and I
shudder upon the unexpected jolt back into this reality and the
suddenness of the immediate and obvious lewdness so inviting; I am in
the women's restroom! Abandon; kissing, no, devouring the back of your
neck. Form-fitting black evening dress, shoulders out?Oh shit, that
fucking dress! Daaaamnit! Your face; so lovely, so cute, so very new;
the face of a pixie, so adorable under the fluorescent glow, you are
the seductress incarnate at this all too fleeting moment?that dress!
Ooooh! Please! Pull it down; no lift it up, no. Pull it?I am behind
you, squeezing your restless breasts through the evening dress. All
things considered in this unique moment, I am frantic; so utterly
damned frantic. Pulling your head back, kiss me, beautiful new girl.
The smell of your lipstick; perfume intoxicants, making me dizzy with
lust as my hands are now on your stomach. Ahhhh!!!!...I am going
fucking nuts! That dress! Ahhhh!! Rubbing the majestic
mound?Yes?Rubbing your mound through the evening gown, I can feel its
warmth and its readiness; it's so warm?Damn. I want you so bad, I am
weeping, that is to say; my cock drips in anticipation as I place you
on the basin, lover. Yeah, there we go?Pull your dress up...Black
perfectly fitted panties; wicked, burning wet hot pussy eagerly
awaiting fuck, fuck and cum again some more. To behold the black
panties impress upon the tender assed flesh that is the lovely lip(s)
of the pussy, seen yet unseen, the frontal assault. Fuuuuck!!...I do
feast with finesse on your puffy, petite pussy through the black
panties, new girl; chewing and tonguing your hot cunt with the panties
still on. Yeah!! Fucking panties; for the covetous love of tight,
cumming pussy, those fucking panties. Their eventual absence and
effervescence; I do love them dearly, you know. That's right, baby;
pull on the panties! Increase the intensity and friction as your
beautiful twat exposes itself to me by lustful bits and measures. Pull
them nastily up your ass, love?Horny ass sitting on the basin just so,
wrinkling up in that way that baby's horny ass will do when sitting on
a basin, while having her delicious pussy eaten with the panties still
on, by me as you cream heavily and so, heavenly. My saliva gracefully
mingles with your love juice, flowing through the sheer material as you
cum ferociously; gripping the basin on both sides gyrating
oh-so-rapidly and gracefully into and onto my face. MMmmmm?You are so
tangy?Tangy and sweet. Give me your tongue, lover; cum taste what
you've done in those messy, dampened panties, now discarded. How do you
like the taste of your own cum? Do you love you? Are you sweet? Yes,
you are?Yes, you most certainly are. Stay on the basin, love. Yes; pull
your dress up a little more. Ooooh, you do look good, new girl; so
good. Too good to be true, for you are not real; you are a fantasy.
That being so, May I dwell in this land of realized dreams forever,
under the spell. I am a dreamer, new girl; I have dreamt you?Spread
your legs; Yes. Ah, yes...Look at me. Look straight at me as I enter
you completely, still sitting on the basin. Ahhhhhh!! My cock's first
contact with your pussy sends tremors all over as I begin to thrust
judiciously and most purposefully. The way that you are squeezing my
ass is making my cock pulsate every other microsecond, like some angry,
timed mechanism; yes, I have become a mechanism. A machine designed for
one purpose; the pleasuring of you, strange and new lover that bucks
and fucks before me withal. In and out, round and round I go, lost in
the abandon of my thick dick invading the eager, pleasing beaver. In
and out, round and round up into and slightly down?Look at me, new
girl. I want you to look straight at me as you cum with and without
me?You really are too beautiful?I?My cock seems to have a mind and
resolve of its own accord so I just stand obediently erect and let my
semen flow into you, gushing cum, growing and stretching you splendidly
as I stand still and again erect, gazing into your eyes hypnotically as
climax-cum-euphoric oblivion overtakes your whole being in a sluttish
display of pussy clenching, cum drenching orgasms in the women's
restroom of The Art
Gallery.

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"> style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">After awhile, we are indifferently slammed
back into this reality by the pounding of the restroom door, due to
restless women having to pee, etc. "You leave out first", I say. "I'll
hide in one of the stalls until all is clear". Upon leaving the
restroom area, we cannot stop laughing as the suspicious and obvious
looks are tossed our way. As we are leaving, you turn to me, grinning
adorably naughty and say: "We are so bad! Would you like to come to my
place for breakfast or
something?"

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"> style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">This has become like some fantastic dream in
which I have absolutely no control, to say the
least.

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