— Born Pussy

I think about her constantly. Her touch. Her feel. I wake up in sweats, fully aroused. Masturbating to her feels so wonderful that orgasming isn’t even necessary to be satisfied. Where did she go? What was her name? I must find her. I need to thank her for what she did.

I was a 20 year old college student in the prime of my life, yet things didn’t feel that way. I was stuck in a relationship with a girl I didn’t like. She was pretty, but was terrible to me. I went on with the relationship anyway though because I felt I could do no better.

The events of the past week danced within her mind. The realization that she was a powerful sorceress gave her new challenges with each passing moment. Her thoughts drifted between two men she adored most. Both of them held very special places in her heart. She felt an infinite happiness. The same way she felt the day she met the man who was now her husband. A similar feeling filled her with the thoughts of how her new butler was a very dear and old friend. She knew she could trust both of them explicitly with anything. She finished dressing for dinner, and departed her suite. As she headed down the hallway toward the elevator, she briefly overheard her cousin’s voice reach out to her, but nothing more. The door of her sister’s suite opened and her cousin emerged into the hallway. She stared in disbelief as her cousin slumped to the floor. She immediately ran towards her cousin’s unconscious form.

She was proud to now be a personal housemaid like her mother had been. Her mother cleaned private estates for almost 20 years and now she was happy to take over for her mother. She had decided to retire and move to Arizona for health reasons. After all those years of dusting she felt the good clean air would do her some good. Her mother only had six private cleaning clients, but they all paid very well. Strangely her mother never met some of her clients because they were gone by the time she got there to work. Taking over she could only manage to keep three or four clients. She was new in the business, and still going to college part-time, so she didn’t want to overload herself and make any clients unhappy with her inability to complete all their services. However, there was one client in particular that she kept intentionally, Mr. Farnsworth. From what her mother told her, he was a wealthy single gentleman who worked very hard with his home based consulting business. She had never met him in person but nonetheless he was strangely mesmerizing to her. He was a very demanding and direct person. For some reason whenever he gave her instructions over the phone or left a note on the foyer table as to what he wanted done that day she seemed captivated by his strong almost military like mannerisms and found herself anxiously waiting to see what the next day’s commands would be.