Through a Glass Darkly

He flew around the world for his job.  Every now and then, work brought him back to Her.  He looked at himself in the mirror of the opulent hotel bathroom and thought about their Midnight Encounter.  

It happened on a Moonlit Beach.  He had just finished a late business meeting so he decided to walk by the waves to clear his head.  He spotted Her traipsing along the shoreline.  She wore a hooded robe of crimson velvet.  She turned, and Her hood fell back to reveal her long, blonde hair and Siren Smile.  He was beguiled.  He ran to catch up.

She heard him loping behind Her.  She stopped dead in Her tracks.  He saw She was bare beneath the plush Crimson. She held out Her hands and he was helpless to resist. He was overtaken by Madness.  He fell at Her feet, a pawn to Her every Whim.  The things She made him do still sent Shivers down his Spine.  

In Her Hemisphere again, the Memories had him Spinning: The flinching Fear when She breached his rear.  When She hissed, "Relax!" How he fell to Her Spell.  Oh yes, he remembered it Well. 

He stepped into the hot shower, reliving Her Passionate Power.  His whispered pleas on his knees.  The taste of Her Pussy as he begged for More! More! More!  His cock throbbed as the cascading needles pounded his skin.  He stroked his rock-solid dick, his flesh heated and slick, but it was an exercise in Futility.  Ever since that fateful night, he just couldn't get it right.  

He wrapped himself in a thick towel and leaned against the counter.  As he wiped away the fog, he stared at himself in the polished Glass. In that moment, She was there, standing behind him.  He could hear Her Voice.  The details came flooding in as he recalled Their Dance of Sin.  The dagger in Her hidden pocket. How She nicked his wrist and sealed it with a Kiss. The feeling when She pressed him to Her cunt, crushing his fingers in Her grasp.  Then Her Chant echoed in His Brain:

Blood and Bone

Blood and Bone

I claim your Soul as My Own

She pushed him deeper into the sand, then issued Her Dark Demands.  He sank before Her Majesty,  a puppet to Her Mystery.  

His eyes began to glaze when He swore She moved Closer in the Mirror.  Did She just wink? He blinked but She was still shining like a Fallen Angel in the hazy reflection.  What the Fuck? His mind had run amuck!

Now She beckoned him to Her Side.  He felt Her Magnetic Pull but what could he do? He wanted Nothing More than to swim to Her Shore.  The glass no longer seemed solid.  Suddenly it was a Shimmering pool.  He could sink beneath the ripples to emerge within Her Eternal Grace.  She controlled his Time and Space.  She bound him to Her Lush Embrace.  He worshipped Her cunt with his mouth, his Wicked Witch of the South. He slipped into Her Magical Bliss, lost his way in the Manic Mist.....to become a Vacant shell trapped inside a Mirrored Cell.

The morning check out came and went.  The maid unlocked the door to drag her cleaning cart into the room.  The bed appeared untouched.  The weary woman pushed into the bathroom and screamed!

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