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Merit & Flair: Incident's In The Brothel
Contributed by
Crimson_Rose
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Friday, 25th March 2005 @ 06:43:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
fictional
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Wolfram was looking upon the nude bodies of the women
Well his dream has come true in the hundreds
I get to keep all these women from abroad, all to me,
He said to me as I stood in the line of them
But he prefers to play with them
(Wolframs POV)
I look at all these women, beautiful and curvaceous
With complexions of coca, olive, dark chocolate and sun tanned…it’s endless
Their breasts so full and round,
Bodies so thin, from a slight famine
No doubted, I had chosen well
The eunuchs carefully washed them one by one
To rests temptation, I didn’t bathe them
I have my favorites, mine is Flair
From London, I bought her from an auction
Flair’s sister is also in my eyes as well
Poor Flair, so arrogant and vicious
Someone needs to break her,
I’m that right person, the perfect one for the job
I soon caught Flair’s wandering eye
Her sapphire eyes angrily focused and she turned her back to me
(End Of Wolframs POV)
What vile plans could possibly be going through his thick head?
His head seemed to be in the clouds, day dreaming
He had to be up to something,
For Wolfram had never looked at me like that
It was a look only the devil had
We were sent back to our floor of rooms
There, we are to dress but we had nothing else,
But our old, dirty clothes
Merit and I were pulled from the crowd of women
And into another room full of sophisticated clothing
Our eyes had widened in our heads
We looked in awe at the delightful rainbow of clothing
Bags and boxes were filled to the brim with
Corsets, dresses, skirts, trousers…it was all there
The both of us could spend hours deciding, but we were cut short
Wolfram threw us a pair of blue cotton dresses,
Well, at least we had something new to wear
We were getting very tired of our old dresses
At last it’s time to throw them out
Now we were dressed, and ready to go
It was then that Wolfram had grabbed my arm,
He dragged me out of the sight of the worry-stricken Merit
She shrunk in the distance of the corridor as I was pulled away
Stop your struggling and yelping! Wolfram howled
Those screams will soon be silenced
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Re: Merit & Flair: Incident's In The Brothel
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by emystar on
Friday, 25th March 2005 @ 08:35:36 PM AEST
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Again, awesome writing.
huggs,
emy |
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Re: Merit & Flair: Incident's In The Brothel
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by dingleberries86 on
Wednesday, 27th July 2005 @ 06:59:29 AM AEST
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| ..............................I love it cant wait to read more. |
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