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The Phantom Erotic:
a side not yet seen
Created on 2006-02-28 18:54:43 (#9647170), last updated 2006-03-12
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| Name: | phantomerotic |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 08-22 |
| Location: | West Palm Beach, Florida, United States |
| Website: | http://toloveavampire.com |
This sensuous satire, written in a rarely found literature form, allows YOU to play the part of the main character. Written in cohesion with the Broadway,"Phantom of the Opera", it is an unique experience had by all. [Rated-MA for adult humor and strong sexuality]
Excerpt from; "The Phantom Erotic:"
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Even in the dark the figure is un-dismissible; its silhouette a more complicated shade of black. You trace the outline;
your breath easing as his face comes into focus;
"Erik?"
Eyes you can only attempt to see, fix on you through a mask of beaming luminescent white; his presence unmoving as he
simply appears to wait. As the silence mounts, your body is taken suddenly by an onslaught of fine tremors; your desire so
thick it becomes a smell; a distinctive taste.
You stand slowly and come before him; the very entity of estrogen and seduction; a slinking wraith in the arms of a
literary legend. You revel there; the willing victim of a gloved caress, the fabric soft and cool against flushed skin.
Breathless, you run your knuckles along the plastic of the mask, shuddering in a moment of heightened emotion as you slowly venture to remove it...
Excerpt from; "The Phantom Erotic:"
------------------------------------------
Even in the dark the figure is un-dismissible; its silhouette a more complicated shade of black. You trace the outline;
your breath easing as his face comes into focus;
"Erik?"
Eyes you can only attempt to see, fix on you through a mask of beaming luminescent white; his presence unmoving as he
simply appears to wait. As the silence mounts, your body is taken suddenly by an onslaught of fine tremors; your desire so
thick it becomes a smell; a distinctive taste.
You stand slowly and come before him; the very entity of estrogen and seduction; a slinking wraith in the arms of a
literary legend. You revel there; the willing victim of a gloved caress, the fabric soft and cool against flushed skin.
Breathless, you run your knuckles along the plastic of the mask, shuddering in a moment of heightened emotion as you slowly venture to remove it...
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