I know I said I’d try not to rave as much about her for a while. Well, I tried – and I failed. Just can’t be done.
So, I get to Supreme, where Ms. Lilith is waiting for me, and leads me to our room. She is sporting a lovely black dress this evening, some shiny pearls (which make me nervous), and a very mischievous smile (which makes me even more nervous). That’s the problem of actually having to book through the ladies… they get to “prepare”.
So, after the shower, Ms. Lilith returns. She moves in close… very close… and tells me that “it” is not ready, so she’s going to molester me while we wait. You might think that I would have asked about what “it” might be, but she’s a very accomplished molesterer, and I was pretty caught up in that at the moment. Somewhere along the way, I tried a turn or two at molestering her, and dig this: she looked at me… straight in the eye… without so much as breaking a smile, let alone erupting in the fit of laughter it deserved… she told me I was GOOD at it.
And I’m thinking that now she’s just getting “cocky” and flaunting her powers over me - testing how far she can manipulate me until I call "bullpucky" on her. Still… somehow… her whopper of a fib was very sweet and surprisingly moving (undoubtedly the second most moving spell she put on me this evening).
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
And just when I started to recover from my own fits of laughter, she looks at me and says “ok – get in.” So, with considerable disappointment I start to grab my clothes and move towards the door… and she tells me “no…. get IN.” So, now I’m really confused… ‘cause I thought that was what I was trying to do in the first place . Frustrated with my latest bout of idiocy, she walks around me and starts pushing me towards the corner… points at her cauldron, filled to the brim… and repeats “GET IN”.
I see… so that’s how it ends for the rabbit….
So, there I sit in the cauldron, with only nose, eyes and ears sticking out of the bubbles (I guess eye of newt is pretty frothy stuff), and wouldn’t you know… she starts to climb in with me (well, after pouring a great deal of the potion out… it would appear she completely underestimated the “displacement” problem this little idea of hers would be facing). And then it gets really good….
Ms. Lilith must be a picky eater, because she was meticulous with her preparation of… well, me. She starts with seasoning me with fortified wines (can’t blame her… I hear we’re a pretty “gamey” lot…). And then she tries to soften me by slowly tenderizing me all over (I bet she looked a lot like a curious puppy trying to balance itself on a beach ball). Mostly, she seems to like to talk to her dinner, because she is very engaging as she works… lots of it the requisite naughty stuff, but we meandered around a number of other topics of mutual interest, like books (she picked up three new selections for her collection – I’m half way through the second Garfield, and although I can’t keep up with all the plot twists, it’s funny how much he loves lasagna); like exercise regimens (she is very pleased with, and motivated by, her trainer – and now that I’ve replaced the Bowflex “power bars” with Twizzlers, I am finally able to do up to as many as three “reps” before I start eating the equipment); and like how completely infatuated I am with her (ok, maybe that one isn’t so much a “mutual” interest, but it did seem very prevalent in the discussion anyways).
It’s brilliant. It’s dreamy. It’s awesome. It’s a very sexy, very happy time. And by now, I’m SOOOOO ready to be eaten.
‘Cept now she says “get out”. And this time it really is “get out”. And despite her having been unbelievably kind, and ridiculously generous with her time… and I really mean RIDICULOUSLY generous… I want more. A lot more. And then it dawns on me… it’s Voodeedoo version 2.0, and it's a teasing preview into how much more there is to explore with this complex ubertreat. But I have no map; and I have no compass; and I have next to no chance for survival.
And still, the expedition merrily continues to forge along into spectacular (and spectalularly treacherous) territories....
Happy thumping/exploring, all!
So, I get to Supreme, where Ms. Lilith is waiting for me, and leads me to our room. She is sporting a lovely black dress this evening, some shiny pearls (which make me nervous), and a very mischievous smile (which makes me even more nervous). That’s the problem of actually having to book through the ladies… they get to “prepare”.
So, after the shower, Ms. Lilith returns. She moves in close… very close… and tells me that “it” is not ready, so she’s going to molester me while we wait. You might think that I would have asked about what “it” might be, but she’s a very accomplished molesterer, and I was pretty caught up in that at the moment. Somewhere along the way, I tried a turn or two at molestering her, and dig this: she looked at me… straight in the eye… without so much as breaking a smile, let alone erupting in the fit of laughter it deserved… she told me I was GOOD at it.
And I’m thinking that now she’s just getting “cocky” and flaunting her powers over me - testing how far she can manipulate me until I call "bullpucky" on her. Still… somehow… her whopper of a fib was very sweet and surprisingly moving (undoubtedly the second most moving spell she put on me this evening).
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
And just when I started to recover from my own fits of laughter, she looks at me and says “ok – get in.” So, with considerable disappointment I start to grab my clothes and move towards the door… and she tells me “no…. get IN.” So, now I’m really confused… ‘cause I thought that was what I was trying to do in the first place
. Frustrated with my latest bout of idiocy, she walks around me and starts pushing me towards the corner… points at her cauldron, filled to the brim… and repeats “GET IN”. I see… so that’s how it ends for the rabbit….
So, there I sit in the cauldron, with only nose, eyes and ears sticking out of the bubbles (I guess eye of newt is pretty frothy stuff), and wouldn’t you know… she starts to climb in with me (well, after pouring a great deal of the potion out… it would appear she completely underestimated the “displacement” problem this little idea of hers would be facing). And then it gets really good….
Ms. Lilith must be a picky eater, because she was meticulous with her preparation of… well, me. She starts with seasoning me with fortified wines (can’t blame her… I hear we’re a pretty “gamey” lot…). And then she tries to soften me by slowly tenderizing me all over (I bet she looked a lot like a curious puppy trying to balance itself on a beach ball). Mostly, she seems to like to talk to her dinner, because she is very engaging as she works… lots of it the requisite naughty stuff, but we meandered around a number of other topics of mutual interest, like books (she picked up three new selections for her collection – I’m half way through the second Garfield, and although I can’t keep up with all the plot twists, it’s funny how much he loves lasagna); like exercise regimens (she is very pleased with, and motivated by, her trainer – and now that I’ve replaced the Bowflex “power bars” with Twizzlers, I am finally able to do up to as many as three “reps” before I start eating the equipment); and like how completely infatuated I am with her (ok, maybe that one isn’t so much a “mutual” interest, but it did seem very prevalent in the discussion anyways).
It’s brilliant. It’s dreamy. It’s awesome. It’s a very sexy, very happy time. And by now, I’m SOOOOO ready to be eaten.
‘Cept now she says “get out”. And this time it really is “get out”. And despite her having been unbelievably kind, and ridiculously generous with her time… and I really mean RIDICULOUSLY generous… I want more. A lot more. And then it dawns on me… it’s Voodeedoo version 2.0, and it's a teasing preview into how much more there is to explore with this complex ubertreat. But I have no map; and I have no compass; and I have next to no chance for survival.
And still, the expedition merrily continues to forge along into spectacular (and spectalularly treacherous) territories....
Happy thumping/exploring, all!
